Friday, March 9, 2012

Who's my hero?

Mom was cleaning out her office the other day and came across these beautiful letters written about Grandpa I thought I would share so others can get as much delight out of them that I did.
And being that it will be 14 years this month that he passed away I thought it would be nice to read up a bit on what others thought of him.



Grandpa was my hero in so many ways. I wish I was able to get to know him better but am so lucky that I was able to spend the time I had with him.
"He had arms and a chest that would embarrass Clark Kent." Love it!!!
Every girl growing up wishes she had a man like Captain Moroni (see Alma 48:17) and I have decided Grandma found her Captain Moroni.
I scanned the letters in so if you can't read them (sorry the one is sideways) let me know and I will email you a copy or something....

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh Aimee - thank you so much. Tears and happy memories. Love you.

Rheanna said...

Thank you so much Aimee. I wish I could have known Grandpa better, but I love the memories that I do have of him. On my mission I worked with a family that had become inactive. As I got to know them we discovered that they knew Grandpa many years ago when they lived in Canyon Country. Grandpa was their home teacher and they shared with me some stories of what a wonderful and loving man he was. The brother said that maybe it was Grandpa that sent me to them to help bring them back to church. That was one of the highlights of my mission.
Can't wait till I can see Grandpa again and get to know him better. What a guy he was!

gk risser said...

A friend of mine from Salt Lake served her mission in south east Asia under President Gary Larsen, from the Solement Ward in canyon Country. She told Sister Larsen that they had a mutual friend and mentioned me. She said Sister Larsen immediately welled up and started crying and said "You know him? His Grandfather was one of the greatest people I have ever known." Grandpa's legacy, to me, has always been his charity and sacrifice; his love for other people and his love of God. It was an uplifting type of worship, not dour. Sacred but joyful. He always smiled. Especially when he was teasing. I knew him to be a very grateful person. His idea of God was so unlike most others. He believed in a God of love. That's the God I believe in and teach my children of.

Dad Risser said...

Thank you Aimee. It helps, to keep his memory alive helps so much. I'm so glad that we understand that merely remembering our ancestors is not what keeps them eternal.

Dad taught me that we should make it a habit to regularly give a pray of thanks only - asking for nothing, and to make it a thoughtful, significant prayer, and really count our blessings. I can't wait (well, maybe I can for a while) to meet dad again, in his prime this time. He's always been my hero.

BTW GK, Brother and Sister Larkins (oh, it's Larkins) are now the second counselor and assistant matron at the LA Temple. I see and work with them every week.

Dad Risser said...

Rheanna, who was the family? Do you remember their names? Chances are know them too.

Jennifer said...

Seriously the best sister you are. Obviously Grandpa is many a hero to many. I only hope that the life I live makes him proud to call me his grand-daughter.

Pauls letter brought tears to my eyes. (He nailed the discription of Grandma didn't he?) I truly miss grandpa. I think your right about Grandma finding her captian Moroni. I too am glad we got to know him and wha a blessing and comfort it is knowing we will see him again.