We had a very merry Christmas for 2011, with the presence of every member of my parents’ family – even my oldest brother was there was there. Well, his picture was there, and we thought about him and talked about him a lot.
We took some family pictures (thanks, Victoria!) and when it was time for us to have the “mom and dad and offspring” picture, I kept looking around for my brother. There was someone missing. It was kind of hard. We really miss him.
As I was thinking about writing a post today, I remembered this oldy (but goody) from the LDS Church back in the 70s. The first time I heard it (when I was a kid) I cried my eyes out, and I still can’t get to the end without bawling.
It is a lot more poignant for me now. And I am so grateful for the testimony I have that families are forever.
“Dad, dad, it’s alright! Families are forever!”
Do you have a testimony of eternal families? Have you lost a family member and been comforted by the knowledge we have that “families are forever”?