This past week my step-grandpa passed away.
I’m not a stranger of death, in fact I when I was 12 I was in the room when my bumpa (grandpa) died.
As a 12 year old I didn’t truly understand death at that point.
I didn’t understand the whole life after death thing.
It all seemed so unreal.
These past 12 years of my life, I’m 24 now, I have grown to understand what death is.
And I have grown to know that it is for only but a while that we will be without out loved ones.
We will see them again soon.
This knowledge has brought me comfort in times of sorrow and pain.
Loosing people you love is not easy, I don’t think it ever will be.
There will always be that feeling of loss.
That part wont go away, but having a knowledge of heaven truly blesses my life.
The death of my step-grandpa on Thursday strengthened my testimony even more.
The events that took place on Thursday brought me to tears as I could see Heavenly Father working in the lives of those who had Faith.
I am so grateful for missionaries, who serve the Lord and strengthen those around them.
When I received the call, Thursday afternoon, that he had passed away I was nannying.
The little girls that I watch don’t really understand death, as neither did I when I was their age, and it was interesting to be able to talk to them and tell them the things that we believe.
They were interested in the physical things for the most part, like what do they do with his body and where did my mom go once he passed.
But then their sweet minds started thinking about the Heavenly perspective and wanted to know about life after death, what happens to them when they die?
It was a wonderful experience to be able to explain to them the things that we believe, I could see the glimmer of hope in their eyes that everything would be alright and that we would see them again.
At moments like these I am so grateful to have the gospel in my life, to have a strong testimony of life after death.
Happy Wednesday friends!