Eighty Eight and Counting

Milt and I are now 88 years old. I don’t think either of us expected to live this long, but here we are. We have had a good life, and have enjoyed the children Heavenly Father allowed us to raise. Our children have been choice, and we have enjoyed them.

Milt has always worked hard. I remember him lying on the floor in our Salt Lake home, rubbing his heart, wondering why he had to stop working—because he loved working! I used to worry about how much he did. I tried to get him to stop working so hard, and when he knew I was worried he would try to cut down, but always he would return to his work and end up doing even more, making up for the time he’d wasted. We used to have friends that jokingly said they wanted to insure him because they didn’t think he could ever live long. I used to pray about that a lot . . . then one night I had a dream.

I dreamt he and I were in a big swing together, attached somewhere in space and it was such a beautiful feeling—smiling and being together, swinging back and forth across the earth. I woke from that dream knowing we were married in the Temple and it didn’t matter who went first because we would be together. This brought a lot of comfort to me. ~ Shirley Sealy