I went to a funeral yesterday. A very sad funeral. A 28 year old sister in our ward died of cancer September 28th. She left behind her husband and 4 small kids all under the age of 5.
Of course this family has a testimony of the gospel and the plan of happiness. They know they will see each other again. That's the happy part-- for all of us.
She was just so young! It was so very sad.
Here is a link to her blog if you'd like to know:
Sitting there listening to the memoirs of her family and their kind words of her very short life I began to think of my own loved ones. I wonder if they really know how much I love them.
It's sad to think that it seems to be much easier to say unkind things to each other than it is to acknowledge the good, compliment each other, offer praise and support, express in words and actions that we love each other.
And so I'll say now to all my family members, even those who can't stand me, that I love you all. If I died tomorrow I would want all of you to know that I admire each and every one of you and love you tons!
I'm sorry to those of you who have problems with me that I'm not who you've hoped I would be. Your judgements of me are harsh and untrue. My bad feelings for you are unfair. When will it ever stop? It'll have to begin in our own hearts. But I want you to know that I love you and always have- always will.
My dad is my hero. My mom has been a savior and exemplar. Geoff is my everything. He has brought sunshine, laughter and happiness to my life. I live everyday for him. He's my best friend. My children are my angels.
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