I was going through my mom's stuff and I found part of a letter that my Dad had written someone about to end their marriage.

" I'm sorry you will not be able to complete your marriage. As you get as old as I am you "get the picture" of what it is all about and you start to understand that the last part is the best. The phrase Lorraine likes to quote is "They Save the Best for Last". You get a chance to review all you have done and understand it a little better. You get to observe the children and their children and see how they face life. You get a chance to repent of those things where you didn't do quite so good. But most importantly, to share this time with someone that went through the struggle with you makes it more enjoyable. Sorry you will not have that opportunity"

July 2010

Tygerson Transcripts

By

Sharon Tygerson Booth

“When a person dies,

A whole library

Dies with them”

Dedicated to My Parents

James Don Tygerson

And

Lorraine Beth Orgill Tygerson

Preface

Today I will begin to tell the story of my family. My family being my parents James Don Tygerson, His wife Lorraine Beth Orgill and their children, my sisters Diane Tygerson Bristow, Debra Lee Tygerson, my brothers Robert Mark Tygerson, William Gary Tygerson, James Richard Tygerson, David Scott Tygerson and myself, Sharon Kay Tygerson Booth. I’m writing this because I want the Tygerson descendants to know Their Ancestor’s, Specifically My Parents, James Don Tygerson, and Lorraine Beth Orgill. I want this because these two people I believe possessed great perspective, wisdom, righteousness, knowledge and experience.

I don’t profess to be a skilled writer by writing this by any means. I simply want to record here the “library” of my parents, at least as much of it that was shared with me. I will attempt to write the experiences I experienced, the things I observed and the stories I was told of their lives, the lessons I was taught by their example and the person I am today because of it. This is all written from my point of view and based solely on my perspective and memory.

I will begin this story at the end or rather today and go back in time to their beginning.

Chapter One

Trading Places

July 18, 2010

Today is Sunday. I’m here at Dad’s for the week while Gary is “getting away” for a while. He is in Utah, where I live and I’m here In Sunnyvale, California where He, one of my other brothers Mark and my Dad live. They live in the duplex that my parents moved into in about 1985 when they sold their house in San Jose.

My mom passed away January 31^st 2007of breast cancer that had metastasized to her brain. She was 81 years old. She used ot say she celebrated her birthday the whole month of January. Her birthday was January 18, 1926. I guess she didn’t want to miss one day of her Birthday Month.

I remember when she called me and told me she had breast cancer. I sat on the bottom of the stairs and silently sobbed while she explained what treatment she had decided to undergo. I knew that this was the beginning of the end of her life. I didn’t let her hear my sobs as I tried to offer words of encouragement. She decided to undergo a mastectomy that was strongly advised by her doctor. Yet she didn’t heed his advice and go through chemo therapy and radiation. I heard that she was even vacillating on whether or not to subject herself to surgery but my dad pleaded with her and told her that he really needed her to have the surgery.

She was an intelligent, strong, confidant, self assured woman and made up her own mind on everything that concerned her. She would listen to her doctors and then would decide if she was going to take their advice. She would weigh the benefits and the amount of discomfort the treatment would cause her. Unfortunately, where medical treatment was an issue, her comfort level was usually more important to her than the benefits of many tests and treatments that may have extended her life.

She was not intimidated by Doctors or anyone else for that matter. She was not a respecter of persons. Their credentials, education, status, or power did not impress or influence her. She relied on her own judgment on everything that concerned her based on what she knew she could endure. Unfortunately, because of this trait we lost her sooner than we needed to.

I took Dad to Church today but he could only make it through till after the sacrament was passed . I could tell he was uncomfortable, but he rarely complains. He has some pretty bad bed sores on his feet and bottom. He leaned over and said “When the speaker gets up we will leave” I agreed. Right after we took the sacrament, I suggested we leave and he said” No, we will wait till they dismiss the priesthood”