On the Friday before Grandpa passed away I got a text from my mom saying his condition (which had been rapidly declining) had gotten even worse. I called and talked with her and when I got off the phone I felt very strongly that I should go home to help my mom with some of the things she was trying to get done and also see my grandpa for what could possibly be the last time. My cousin David was also getting married that weekend. I called Logan and he said I should go (he had a scout camp out and couldn't come). I immedieatly packed my bags, loaded Elsy in the car, and away we went.
I got home 10 minutes before a family prayer was going to be held at the nursing home my grandpa was staying at. I am so glad I made it in time because that was the last time I got to see him while he was still alive. I arrived with my sister Leisha who is also pregnant. My grandma gave us both a big hug and commented how special it is to see the two different stages of life right next to each other. Two new loved ones arriving and one beloved departing.
My Grandpa died early the next morning, November 15th. Something that I am so grateful for as a Christian is knowing that when we die it is not the end. The first thing I remember hearing as I walked into my Grandma's house, the day Grandpa died, was her laugh. She was laughing as I walked through her front door. I realized although she was sad, she had faith. Faith that she would see her husband again and that they were married for time and all eternity. She knew, as I knew, that Grandpa was restored to a sound mind and was no longer suffering from the ailments that claimed him at the end of his life. She could laugh because even though she was sad, she had hope. There were many tears shed that weekend but also many laughs as we remembered Grandpa's life.
That same day I went to my cousin David's wedding in the Columbia River Temple. What an amazing experience that was in and of itself but to witness a marrige on the same day my Grandpa passed away was something really special to me. In our church we believe when you are sealed by proper priesthood authoritiy, within the temple, you will be together with your spouse not only in this life but in the eternities to come. Families are literally forever.
Seeing David kneel accross the alter from his beautiful bride and get sealed to her was special. It reminded me of the covenants Logan and I made in that same room a little over three years ago. And I couldn't help imagine my grandparens when they were just starting off, doing the same thing. Here was a young couple making the same covenants and promises my grandparens had made.
The beginning and end of two different earthly marriages happened that day. But it wasn't the end of an eternal marriage. I am so grateful I was there to witness these events. My testimony of eternal marriage was strengthened so much more. When I came home I told Logan how glad I was to be there and experience them both in such contrast.
We were able to go back the next weekend for Grandpa's funeral. So many people gathered to pay tribute to such a wonderful man.
In the sealing room of the temple there are two mirrors on opposite walls. They face each other to form an eternal reflection. Traditionally, after a couple is married, the sealer asks the couple to look into the mirrors as a symbol of their future together. The sealer at David's wedding (who happenend to be my other grandpa) asked the couple to look into the mirrors and reflect on all those who came before them and then had them turn around and look at the other mirror and reflect on the posterity that was to come as a result of their marriage. Seeing all the family that came to Grandpa's memorial service showed just how big an effect one marriage can have on this earth. I am grateful that when I look back in the mirrors I can see my grandparents who helped pave the way to where I am today. They give me hope for when I look forward in the mirrors. Their example helps show me what I can do to lay a foundation for my children and future posterity.