Today is April 30th. It was sixteen years ago today that Mom, Dad, and Granddaddy White died. I actually remember that morning looking very similar to this morning -- it was overcast and then began a light rain in the early afternoon. I was sixteen years old. Can it really be possible that they have been gone now for as long as I knew them?
April 30th is usually a beautiful day for me. On April 30, one year after the accident, our family was sealed in the temple. That turned my focus from a terrible loss to the hope of a bright future. I still feel that hope. Today it would just be nice to talk to my mom. There is a lot I would like to say to her. I would really just like to listen to her, have her hug me. I was thinking of her on Sunday in Sacrament meeting as I sitting next to Hannah singing the alto part to one of the hymns. I wondered if one day Hannah will think of me the way I think of Mom each time I sing a hymn in church.
I really enjoyed Elder Scott's talk in General Conference last month. I thought this part was great where he quoted President Joseph F. Smith: “I believe we move and have our being in the presence
of heavenly messengers and of heavenly beings. We are not separate from
them. … We are closely related to our kindred, to our ancestors … who
have preceded us into the spirit world. We can not forget them; we do
not cease to love them; we always hold them in our hearts, in memory,
and thus we are associated and united to them by ties that we can not
break. … If this is the case with us in our finite condition, surrounded
by our mortal weaknesses, … how much more certain it is … to believe
that those who have been faithful, who have gone beyond … can see us
better than we can see them; that they know us better than we know them.
… We live in their presence, they see us, they are solicitous for our
welfare, they love us now more than ever. For now they see the dangers
that beset us; … their love for us and their desire for our well being
must be greater than that which we feel for ourselves.”
7 comments:
I loved that quote too. I remember my grandmothers presence in my life after she passed. It seemed like every once in a while, she was just really close to me, letting me know she loved me. It is such a blessing to have this knowledge.
Think of you today. Love you.
or thinking. Some people can type and other are just like me. I still love you though!
I don't remember that quote. I must have been distracted :) That was beautiful.
I sing alto too and think of mom singing alto every hymn as well :) Karoline sings alto with me and I love it.
Love you!
I love your thoughts about this. You know I loved Elder Scott's talk, too.
I wonder how the separation is for our loved ones. Sometimes I feel them close, sometimes I just feel at peace about it and sometimes I feel sadness at the physical things (like hugs) that I miss. I wonder if they feel it as keenly as we do, or I wonder if they perhaps are more aware of us than we are of them and that maybe the separation is somewhat lessened. I don't really have an answer, just thoughts I've pondered.
Mainly I just wanted you to know I was thinking of you! :)
I always think of her, too, singing alto. Soprano is still too high for me! That talk was amazing. It's nice to know they aren't far away.
Beautiful. Love you!
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