My Memoir

Ever since I was a kid my dad and I had a special relationship. As most most children have with their parents. My dad was my hero, he held me when I was sick, wrestled with me on lazy summer afternoons, drove me everywhere, and taught me what it meant to forgive. My dad worked nights, so he was always home during the day to volunteer at my school, pick me up early, or hang out with me when I skipped school. Those were the days that were the most fun, sometimes I didn’t want to go to school, or I had an assignment I didn’t feel like turning in. I didn’t skip often, but it happened, and those times are now treasured memories of my dad.

I don’t have many specific memories of my dad. Most of the legacy he left was through his character, his consistency, his devotion, and his kind heart. I’m not saying he was perfect, as he certainly had many flaws, but those flaws aren’t worth remembering. I don’t believe in remembering bad times, and I don’t like dwelling on things that I will never be able reconcile until I meet him again.

Its hard for me to put into words what its like to lose a parent. It happens inevitably to most people at some point in their lives, for me, it was when I was a senior in high school. It was a cold morning, just before winter break. I went to church that morning as I did every morning for my whole high school career, and then I went straight to school as I had a big project due, as well as a test in my AP Chemistry class. Around 8am I realized I didn’t have my school ID badge. At most schools this isn’t a big deal, but at Del Valle High School, no ID meant a day in ISS as most teachers would not let you in their classes unless you had it hanging around your neck on the obligatory, ugly, black lanyard. I used a friend’s cell phone to call home, to tell my mom to bring it when she brought my twin sister to school. I didn’t have a cell phone, but my mom and twin did. When I called my mom, the line was busy, so annoyed, I hung up and dialed my sister’s phone. When she answered, I knew immediately something was wrong, she sounded scared and sad. She said I needed to come home right away. I hung up and started crying, my heart already knew what had happened. My friend called her dad, and he drove me to my house. He and my friend watched as I entered and stood in the doorway of my home as my worst fears were realized. I cried, and broke down right there in the doorway.

The day was a blur and I couldn’t decipher my own feelings. My aunt came home from work, and within a few days I had both sets of grandparents, my two uncles and several aunts in my house. I had visitors from school, church, and from my dad’s work. Many brought food and offered heartfelt condolences, prayers, and a listening ear to my family. I am blessed with a close family and many friends, and I will be forever grateful for the kindness shown to me during that time. I spent hours after that writing in journals, collecting pictures, and researching family history, trying to record my life. My dad had left me many many lessons to learn from his life, but he had not recorded any of them.

As a kid, my family spent hours in a small bookstore off of Manchaca, called “The Book Exchange”, it holds many many memories and its the most common place my dad took us on our family outings. We would always have to wake up at insane hours of the morning, because that’s when my dad would be getting off of work. He would take us to get breakfast at Grandy’s or Vic’s Bar B Que, then to the bank, and then we’d inevitably wind up at this little bookstore. My dad and the owner forged a deep friendship, and whenever we showed up we would be able to pick any books we wanted. The prices were super cheap, books for twenty-five cents if you brought in your own used books. We would leave there happy and then go home and spend hours reading our new treasures. As we got older, these trips happened less often, but my dad is the one who taught me to love reading, and to appreciate the different perspectives that you often came across when you read.

Then when the Harry Potter books became popular, my family took great pleasure in reading them together. Not like, everyone sitting down to read the book aloud, but we had to buy a copy for each person in our house, or else there were major battles over the books. We would make all kinds of wagers on what was going to happen, and who we thought was going to die. I remember when the fifth book came out, my dad predicted Sirius Black’s death. I was so mad when I read the book to find out he was right, that I didn’t talk to him for the whole day. My dad was always the one who finished the books first, he read faster than anyone else I have ever met.

One time, he took a free online IQ test. He scored insanely high, so high, that within a few weeks he had a letter from Mensa, asking him if he’d like to be a part of their organization. My dad declined, as he was humble about his brains. My had dad joined the Air Force after he graduated from high school, so he never attended a traditional college. I think that he thought Mensa would laugh at him when they realized he wasn’t a college graduate. He never mentioned what his IQ was but from my mom’s questioning we knew it was higher than 150, but below 180. Whenever we wanted to push his buttons, we would mention this incident to him, and he’d get mad and leave the room in a huff.

My dad also loved history. He would watch the history channel for hours at a time, and devour books about history. He had many in his collection. He would read our history textbooks from school, cover to cover. He knew so much, and would explain situations in history to us like they were from a sort of trivia game. I still can’t watch the history channel without expecting him to add in some random fact, or opposing opinion. He was my go to person when I wanted to understand a perspective from history. It was him who first explained the reasons for the civil war to me, and him who taught me about the second World War.

Along with his interest in history, was his ability to remember weird facts. He was the only person I’ve ever met, who would read the encyclopedia because he was bored, or sometimes would sit for hours and read the dictionary. I’ve tried it since his death, and I still don’t quite get why he would want to read things like that. My dad had numerous dictionaries about medicine, prescription drugs, he owned the Quran, the Tanakh, the Satanic Bible, and many other religious texts. He was well versed in the Christian Bible, and the Apocrypha. My dad read everything.

It is in these respects I am living his legacy. After his death, I found myself choosing to attend the University of Texas to honor his memory. He was one of the biggest fans of the Longhorns I had ever met. He watched the games he could religiously. I love reading, and I will always honor his memory. I find myself reading the same books he loved, going to that little bookstore on Manchaca, and connecting myself to him as much as I can. After all, it is the least I could do for someone who spent his whole life working to give me the very best. Its been three years, but I can still hear his voice telling me, “If babies and puppies still will approach you, than you are still a good person.” His memory will be in my heart until I see him again after this life, and I will always be, his little girl.



This is a memoir I wrote for a class. :) thought I'd share. :)

Have a great week!

procrastination--i'm a rock star

I think that one of two things is wrong with my life right now,

Either-- I'm so good at procrastinating that I don't realize when I'm doing it, or I just don't have enough time to do everything I need to do. Either way, I am behind, and I'm so behind in fact that I decided to write a blog about it. Just to make me feel better.

Alright, I'm not that far behind, I just have some big project deadlines that I'm flirting with, and I am feeling desperate to get to the end of all of them. I know I am not alone in this desperation, and I know things will be fine, but I am definitely feeling the pressure.



Because Conference was a week ago, I have been taking some time to re-evaluate my life and where I stand on my goals and on my plans for my own life. Like everyone else my age, I want a clearer picture of what is going to happen with my life, and more than that, I want a clearer picture of what it is the that Lord would have me do in my life. I know I'm supposed to teach, and that someday I will be a mother and wife, but I'm missing the time table. In a year, I'll be graduating, and possibly planning to go on a mission. There is only one person who knows when all these things will happen, and that's Heavenly Father. Its just hard to plan when I have no idea what I'm planning for. Its like that scripture in Nephi--- "And I was led by the Spirit, not knowing beforehand the things which I should do." Only... I really really really want to know. I probably should focus on being more patient...

I am lucky though, over the past few days the Lord has really made his presence known in my life. Specific questions that I wanted answered have been answered, and things that I have been struggling with have been resolved. But I'm finding a whole slew of new things that I feel the Lord wants me to change about myself, and a pretty clear picture of the Daughter I'm supposed to be, just kind of missing the road map-- and the tools to get myself there. I think the Lord is waiting for me to make a decision and stick to it before he reveals anything else to me. But I am not sure which is the path that I'll be of the most use... soo I guess I need to figure out which one I feel led to, and then stick to it.

What else is going on in my world?

I'll list a few...

1)Working
2)reading eragon-- still
3)saving $$
4)church hopping-- I just want to see the different types of worship.. not changing religions or anything
5)transient friend phase
6)summer jobs...
7)blue-bonnets
8)lots of school
9)readinggg book of mormon (lots)
10)catching up on conference -- i missed two sessions cuz i had to work on sat.

and lots of other stuff.
that i'm too lazy to list.
<3

-Beth