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Life is Fragile

Two weeks ago our family was reminded just how fragile life is. My cousin passed away very unexpectedly from a brain aneurysm. He was only 34 years old and left behind his wife and their 5 young children. Not to mention leaving a grieving mother, father, sisters and countless family members and friends whose lives have been changed by the wonderful man that he was. It was very much a tragedy.
As we attended his funeral and as I had conversations with family members, I was reminded of a few beautiful, simple truths for which I am extremely grateful.

God lives. He is our loving Father in Heaven. He has a plan - a perfect plan. And though we may not understand it at times, it is still perfect. When He calls us to pass through trials such as this, we most certainly are not alone. Because of the Atonement of our Savior, families truly can be together forever. Death cannot rob us of the promised blessings of the saving ordinances of The Gospel - especially the bond of a temple sealing.

How grateful I am for those precious truths and so many others. How grateful I am that because of the Gospel, Marks widow could stand and bear testimony of The Savior and express faith and courage in the face of such a horrible, life-shattering tragedy. How grateful I am for the opportunity to learn from Mark's example and try to be more like him, in an effort, ultimately, to be more like The Savior.

Comments

Baby Sister said…
Oh wow. I am so sorry Kriss. Deaths always make me grateful for the knowledge we have as well. It somehow makes it a little bit easier.
July 12, 2011 at 12:58 PM
Jessica said…
How awful. I'm so sorry for your family's loss.

And amen and amen. Beautifully written.
July 12, 2011 at 2:48 PM
Stacy Lynn Carroll said…
I am so sorry! That is so sad! It's things like this that make me so grateful we believe in eternal families!
July 17, 2011 at 11:39 PM
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