In Memory of Grandpa Bosen..

Each person has to deal with death sometime in their life. Whether that be a friend, spouse, parent, sibling, pet, grandparent, or great grandparent. I have personally been very blessed in this matter because I have not really had to deal with the death of a loved one before; but On October 24, 2013 my sweet Grandpa, Wendell Ray Bosen, passed away, and this was first time someone very close to me has passed.

I love my Grandpa Bosen and I really miss him, and I had a harder time with his death than I thought I would.

 I miss going to my Grandparents' house and seeing him in his chair and having him ask "How are you?" 

and me replying "I'm good"

 and, without fail, 

his response, "well, good for what?" (EVERYTIME!) ;)

I miss when I was younger and walking up to him and he would always stick out his fist and say "POW". 

We (my cousins and siblings) always thought it was funny when he did that.

 I miss seeing him give Sophie a hug when she came in.

I miss giving him haircuts and pedicures and talking to him. 
For those of you have met my Grandpa before know that he wasn't much of a talker and so these are probably the times I miss most, because I was able to just sit and talk to him while I did his hair. I was able to learn so much from him, and about him, on those visits. 

I feel like there are so many great things I can say about him and my grandma as well. They are literally two of the best people in the entire world. They have always been a huge part of my life and have supported me and been there for me always in everything I do. I am so thankful for them.

On October 28th we had the funeral services in Pocatello.

All of the older girl cousins... (from left to right) Nicole, Missy, Me, Janell, and Tina

My Grandma with my mom (in the middle) and all of the Bosen siblings after the funeral

On the back of the funeral program there was a poem  it was one my Grandpa always loved. I really like it, as well, and wanted to put it in here. 

So here it is:

Abou Ben Adhem

By James Henry Leigh Hunt 1784-1859

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

My grandpa's death was not unexpected, he was suffering, and although it was still so sad to hear that he had died, I am so grateful for the knowledge that I have that we will see him again. I know he is in a much better place and that he is not suffering any longer. I know that because of our savior, Jesus Christ, and his sacrifice for each one of us that we can be together forever as families. I know that that is true, and how grateful I am to have that knowledge especially in a time like the passing of loved ones.
 My grandpa was such a great man! I hope that as he looks down on me I can make him proud always. I am grateful for the example he was, and still is, to me. 

Thank you Grandpa! We love you, and we miss you, until we meet again. 

Here are a few pictures I have of him with us. 

Christmas 2011

Christmas last year (2012)

With Cru, right after he was born

I wish I could get the pictures I have from when I was younger with him, I have SOO many more,  but they are all at my moms house.