Trey at the Memorial

11.3.09
Trey was very anxious to get out of the car for the service, so when we unleashed the beast, he ran and ran. He pretended he was a superhero with his suit, he rolled around in the grass, seriously, it was like he was a caged animal, let out of his kennel after a long day of imprisonment. We stressed to him he needed to be reverent, like he should be in sacrament meeting. He asked if he should fold his arms, and we said, "YES!!!!!" Hoping he would actually just keep his hands still. PLUS, it is kind of hard to roll around in the grass or pretend you are a flying superhero with your arms folded.

Once Justin was asked to be a pall bearer, I took the boys to a quiet part of the cemetery, we sat on the grass, and I explained to Trey that Grandmother Ricks was in the car. Well, that spiked up a whole new curiosity and he actually thought she was sitting in the car. He asked me where she was sitting, and I told him she was in the box in the BACK of the car. Her body was in the box and her spirit was living in heaven with Heavenly Father and Jesus. He understood her body was in the box Justin was carrying, WHICH, was about the only thing he took away from the service. The next day at preschool, his teacher asked him how the service was. Trey's response, "My dad carried a thing my Grandmother Ricks was in. My Grandmother Ricks died." I quickly explained what he was talking about so his teacher didn't get the wrong idea.

Trey really liked wearing his suit. He didn't want to button up the jacket because he "wanted to look like a missionary." I guess missionaries don't button up their jackets in Trey's world!



It was so sweet. Trey wanted to stand next to Justin during the service, and half way through the service, he wanted to be held. It looked like he was hugging Justin! So sweet!