Left With a Hole

Today started out like any other day. I woke up, thought about what I should wear to work, brushed my teeth, ate breakfast and biked to work. Though the day was going slowly by, it was a day nonetheless, and I was happy that I was alive. A friend called me up for an early lunch, which I agreed to, and on our way to eat, I received a phone call that has changed the pace and flow of my day. My phone began to ring, and I heard the ring tone that I assigned to my family. I figured it was someone calling to say hi or something, and it was definately something. I heard my mom on the other line, and the news she bore was not pleasant. Unfortunately, my sister's financee died last night in his sleep. At first, the news struck me as odd to hear. It didn't sink in, but as it did, I felt my ground open up and my soul falling in. Right now I'm somewhat stable. I am very sad for my sister because he was an amazing man. He treated her well, and they were going to get married. She has not had the easiest of lives. I admire her for her ability to pick herself up, dust herself off and carry on. I hope that this might help her return to the Church. I hope that Dan accepts the gospel on the other side.

I'm happy that my last memory of him is a good one. He was one of the last people I saw when I was at home for Christmas. That was a great night. He was happy, my sister was happy, my niece was happy. Though my heart aches for her loss, I don't feel bogged down by the news. My friend said it was because of the hope that I have for all parties in this situation that my heart is not heavy. I leave for home on Thursday to see what mourning will be going on. I hope that I can bring some solace to her.