Monday, April 07, 2008
Rozann
I attended the funeral of a woman in the ward this afternoon, her life cut short by a debilitating illness. Each of her sons said he thought he was her favorite, she made them feel that special. Her husband spoke of their loving relationship, and how she had brought him from darkness to light. She was described as one who could literally light up a room, an angel and someone without a mean bone in her body who was full of love for everyone. I didn't really know her at all, but as I sat there in the chapel, listening to all the beautiful things about her, I found myself wishing I had.
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She was lovely. You almost just couldn't help but love her.
And I think everything that was said about her is true. I agreed with all of it, and found myself thinking that I could only hope that such things could be said of me at the end of my life. Wouldn't those be just about the highest compliments? I think how we make people feel, and how we love others, says so much about who we really are.
It was fun talking to you yesterday. I'll be excited to see the finished product of the bunk beds. :)
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