I understand now why this same great uncle and my grandparents took the missionary discussions when he joined the church. I can understand why even though none of them joined the church they have always treated us with so much respect when our beliefs aren't the same.
For me, it truly was the first time I understood just a portion of the sacrifices my Dad made.
New friends. New habits. New hobbies. New Sunday activities. New ways to spend money. New everything. His baptism truly was a new birth.
He taught me about grace. He blessed me as a baby. He baptized me as a child. When I got married, he was the second person I hugged after my husband. He told me his goal in life was to see his child where I was and I hope to always live up to that.