To Remember

Yesterday was a beautiful tradition we have in this country: Memorial Day.

I am so grateful for the many people have given and who continue dedicate their lives in defense of our country. I couldn't help but read this passage from the Book of Mormon:

"And it came to pass that he [Moroni] rent his coat; and he took a piece thereof, and wrote upon it- In memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children- and he fastened it upon the end of a pole...'Behold, whosoever will maintain this title upon the land, let them come forth in the strength of the Lord, and enter into a covenant that they will maintain their rights, and their religion, that the Lord God may bless them.'"

~Alma 46:12, 20

I feel so blessed to live in this country and to know personally so many people who have sacrificed for the freedoms that we enjoy every day :)

Memorial day is also a day to remember those who have passed on before us. But remembering is something I have pondered a lot through the years. Remembering is not something we do just one day a year. The people I specifically remember on Memorial day, I remember everyday. Because when they left us here on earth, they stayed in my heart and mind. 

Some of my thoughts can be summarize in this song, "Danny Boy"- but BYU's Vocal Point wrote a 3rd verse and I really love it. 

"Oh, Danny Boy, the stream flows cool and slowly, and pipes still call and echo cross the glen. Your broken mother cries and feels so lonely for you have not returned to smile again. So if you've died and crossed the stream before us, we pray that angels met you on the shore, and you'll look down and gently you'll implore us to live so we may see your smiling face once more."

How beautiful is that? I am grateful for the amazing people who have gone before me and are now aiding me in my journey here from the other side of the veil. 

Joshua Kent 

(nephew)

Tyler

(cousin)

Charlene and William

(Grandparents)

Howard DeWitt

(Grandpa)

I love all these members of my family- I think of them every day. I am grateful for my knowledge that I WILL see them again. That promise of the gospel of Jesus Christ influences every decision I make. I want nothing more than to see them and make each one of these people proud of me.