Thursday, February 24, 2011


It's amazing what eight years can do for a person. My first husband, Kenny Izatt, passed away eight years ago today. I was thinking about it and can pretty much remember every detail of that day. I know what I was doing at what time, who I spoke with, who visited, his last joke. . . I vividly remember the exact moments leading up to the time of his passing. I also recall the abundance of love and kinship in my home. I remember the great care my family took of me. My sweet in-laws rushed down from Star Valley and whisked me away. There is really so much that goes on in such a personal moment like that. I am so grateful to my Heavenly Father that I haven't forgotten these things.

Furthermore, I am eternally grateful for the extreme blessings that I've received since this time. I look back and am comfortable with the trials that I've been given. Although I miss Kenny, I have been blessed with another amazing husband! (not many gals get to say that!) James is the most kind, loving and understanding man I know. He allows me to embrace my past, and does so with me. It's wonderful how things happen for a purpose, and we don't always understand why. That certainly doesn't make it easier, but patience goes a long way and time really can heal a person.

I love you James, so very much. Thank you for caring for me. Thank you for holding me during my "moments." Thank you for wanting to be a part of my past, present and future.

Kenny, I love you too! Without you, none of this would be possible. You taught me to love the gospel. You helped me know who I am and what I want from life.

I am who I am because of all I've experienced.

Here's one of my favorite sayings. I used it for Kenny's funeral because he was this kind of person. I believe James and I are also striving to live up to this.

Live so that those who know YOU
But don't know HIM
Will want to know HIM
Because they know YOU!

Until we meet again. . .