Mourning Morning

I have put off blogging today because I’m having a hard time putting my thoughts into words. But I want to…..even though my thoughts will come out clumsy.



First, let me say that in the eternal scheme of things, our life, here on earth, is minute. Earthlife is our chance to get a body and make choices and prove ourselves. I know that after this life, we will continue to live and progress. We will continue to learn and grow and work and play. We will continue some of the relationships that we formed here on earth. We can be with our families again forever. Through the resurrection, we will overcome physical and mental hardships that plagued us on earth. Through the Atonement, we can be made spiritually perfect and we can dwell with our Heavenly Father. This I know. This brings me joy.


However…….. I am crying.


Garrett’s friend’s father passed away this week. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a few months ago.


In the last 5 months, Garrett has had two friends, both 18, lose parents.


That is just wrong.


• It is wrong that 18 year olds lose parents.


• It is wrong that he and his friends use words like hospice, terminal, funeral, mourning.


• It is wrong that a young man who suddenly lost his father last summer, stands across the kitchen counter from me and tells me how lucky his friend is because her father had time to write her letters for all her “special days:” graduation, her wedding, the birth of her first child, etc.


• It is wrong that he doesn’t have any letters.


• It is wrong that she only has letters.


I mourn for both of them. I mourn for their remaining parents. I mourn for my son and these friends who have lost a piece of innocent youth and must grow up.


Although I cry for them today, I do take comfort in the knowledge that in the eternities, all will be made right and all will live again.