Monday, 4 September 2017

Labor Day Madness

When we knew her, Althea was the oldest member of our congregation. She and her husband had moved here to be closer to family, but by the time we met she was a widow. She never missed an opportunity to share her testimony of the gospel, though her steps, her voice and sometimes her memory would fail her. She attended church whenever her health permitted. She always made a point of greeting my daughter and me. She would ask Heather how she was and listen patiently to the answer, though I’m convinced she never understood a word. Althea passed away a few months ago, and her service took place too far away for us to attend. Then last month one of her daughters spoke in stake conference. She talked about her mother and how much our little ward meant to her. Until that moment, I never realized how much I’d missed the closure of a funeral.

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