Rest

My friends,

I have experienced the deaths of many loved ones in my life, more, I dare say, than many my age. Last night, my dear Uncle Grant was called home to our Heavenly Father. I heard the news, and was admittedly less sorrowful than I have been in the past at news of the passing of someone dear to me. I pondered the reason for this: at first, it seemed that perhaps having experienced so many passings, I had become used to them, less affected. But then I realized I had never been a true believer at the time of any past experiences.

If we believe in an afterlife, a place of peace and rest after this world, then should we not rejoice? Of course, the grief and pain of having one so dear taken from our presence is immense, but we can take comfort in knowing that not only is our loved one is no longer affected by the pains and sorrows of this world, but that we will see them again!

What a wonderful principle of the gospel that is: that families are a eternal unit, and that our "...afflictions shall be but a small moment; and then, if [we] endure it well, God shall exalt [us] on high." (D&C 121: 7 & 8)

As I sat in my parents room discussing travel plans, my dad remarked "He's finally at peace, he can rest. Think of the reunion he's having; Kristi must be thrilled to see him, she loved them so dearly." I can only imagine the joy my sister felt as she met my Uncle in heaven, as they embraced once again. I am so grateful for the knowledge that one day, I shall see my loved ones again. My uncle, my sister, grandparents, Brandon, and all those others that I love who have or will pass through the veil before me. It is of great comfort to my soul.

I love you all,
Taylor