Dear Melynda,
I will never forget how good you were to me as a teenager. Whenever we would come down to St. George you would haul me and Jay around wherever you went. Whenever I drive over Foremaster Drive, in St. George, and down the hill on my way to Costco I always think of the times that we would go "mudding" with Ashton. We would climb in his truck and drive over the hill where, at the time, almost nothing was out there. We would then barrel over the red dirt right after it had rained. Slipping and sliding around. It was so scary! There would be so much mud we couldn't see out the windshield. We would laugh and laugh.
Remember the time we went to Charlie's. I was sitting in the back of Ashton's old boat of a car and he peeled out of there and took a corner really fast. I literally rolled from one side of the car to the other and slammed my head against the window. He felt so bad and apologized over and over again. Man I was cool! but you would still bring me along.
Or there is the time during spring break that we walked the boulevard and some guys picked you and your friends up. They had a couch in the back of their truck and we rode around with them for awhile. Your friends never said anything to us about tagging along. It was just understood that when we were around we got to come with you. Whether secretly inside you dreaded this...it wouldn't surprise me because I would...you never showed it. You were always so happy when we were there and always so glad to share your life in St. George with us.
I would NEVER in a million years let my little sister tag along. I still can't put my finger on why you did, but those are some of the best memories of my preteen and teenage years. Those became the precursor to the all the time I would spend tagging along with you a Dave. I am so grateful that you would let me be so apart of your life. It is a huge blessing to me. I am grateful to have those memories told for the next little while until we can make more.
I miss you. I love you!
Love, Lar
