Merlin Lemon

Meet…MERLIN LEMON

Brother Lemon lives up the street. 

He is an 80 year-old, Cadillac-driving, McDonald's-loving, Gentle and Sweet Man whom my sisters and I have come to L-O-V-E & ADORE.  His wife died a few years ago, which left him extremely lonely and in need of some good company. 

      [cute story: before his wife died, she had a large printed Book of Mormon.  She reached a point where she could not lift it up anymore to read it.  Brother Lemon divided the book into two section and bound each section of the book.  This enabled her to continue to read the Book of Mormon, one section at a time…how sweet is that? He loves and misses her dearly.]

We often go visit him at his home and once in the rehabilitation center, where he tells us stories upon stories about his life.  He frames our notes above his fireplace and lovingly takes us in when we stop by.

One time, he even took us on a joy ride in his Cadillac to his favorite restaurant that offers “anything and everything”…McDonald's, where we enjoyed cheeseburgers in a red-greasy booth. 

      We love him.

And Guess What? HE CAME TO VISIT US TODAY.  Brother Lemon, WHO RARELY GETS OUT, pulled up in our drive-way, in his Cadillac, this afternoon to visit. I didn’t even think he knew where we lived.  My parents, Chels, and I spoke in sacrament meeting this morning and he drove over to tell us how much he loved it.  He is such a sweetheart.   

We all officially have another “McDonald's date” planned tomorrow…excitement.