The Accident

On the last week of their Mission in Wyoming, Dad fell off of the roof of the Visitor's Center which they personally helped design and build with their own hands.
It was 30 feet up.
So for Labor Day weekend, we went to see our walking (with a cane) miracle of a Dad. We are so grateful that he is not only alive, but he came away with only: a broken shoulder, foot, chipped elbow, and a few stitches. This is our Brother-in-Law, Zach removing Dad's stitches a 6 days after he fell.
This is our family, having Family Home Evening, conducted by Dad, who was in and out due to his pain killers.

As I watched him over the weekend, I recognized how much pain he was in, but he said that even more painful than his injuries, was not doing anything. So, to the consternation of my Mother, he was up and around, having meetings, and working as he always has.

Secretly, I was proud of him for frustrating her so. Not that frustrating Mom was a good thing. No, I loved his character in getting up and working despite all obstacles. I honor him for that, and hope to be a little like him.

Where are Mom and Dad now? 7 days after he fell off of the roof, they are back in Wyoming, on their mission. You see, they still have 5 days left.