“As a 12-year-old deacon I accompanied the bishop to deliver
Christmas baskets to the widows of our ward; baskets of grapefruits and
oranges. This was during WWII, when citrus fruit was scarce, so they were quite
a treat. When we had delivered all the baskets but one, the bishop drove me
home. He handed me the last basket and said, “This is for your mother.” Before
I could reply he drove away. I stood in front of our house, snowflakes falling
on my face, holding the basket and wondering. I’d never thought of my mother as
a widow. I’d never heard her refer to herself as a widow. She had always taught
us that we had a father and she had a husband and that we would always be a
family because of their temple marriage. I am grateful for temple marriage and
for the assurance that we can be together as an eternal family.” – Elder Dallin
H. Oaks
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