wedding day circa 1975.
Last weekend my Great Aunt passed away. She was a survivor of breast cancer and then a few years later came bone cancer. She was the kind of person who I never heard complain, and she was never one to boast about her good fortune. She was extremely humble. I always thought of her as one tough cookie because she never gave up and always had a smile on her face, even though she was fighting cancer for almost a decade.
This past week was her funeral and I learned so much. I learned about her childhood and how she was such a positive influence to everyone around her. It’s always wonderful to learn about those who have passed away, but it makes you wish you knew that before they passed away. Like you should have known them better before.
I’ve been talking about death a lot lately, just a few months ago my step-grandpa passed away and just two weeks ago I talked about how I longed to have my bumpa back again. And a the funeral this past Thursday I got to thinking about life after death, where do we go? What will we see? WHO will we see? I don’t know what exactly will happen, but I know we will have joy in reuniting with those who passed before us. I know that we will be judges upon the works that we’ve done on this earth, and that if we live righteously and keep the commandments we will be able to be with our families forever.
