Marty's mom passed away when he was twelve. I'm unable to wrap my brain around the fact that this man that I have shared my life with for the last 9 years...I don't know his own mother. I feel like I know her, but...well, someday.
We usually try to stop by the Springville Cemetery every summer. Marty has a special relationship with my mom, and he had been wanting to share this with her for a while, so she got to come see it for the first time.
Marty used to spend a lot of time up in this tree. It breaks my heart to think about it, especially hearing about what a Momma's boy he was. But he is just such a darn steady, well-adjusted guy. I suppose I have his incredible mom and his testimony of the Plan of Salvation to thank for that. And his Dad. I'm telling you, that man is a Saint. I can't think of anyone I personally know who has done more to secure a place for himself in Heaven.
There are quite a few Johnson headstones here.
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