The veil is thin

I'm going to teach the lesson every other time in DUP this year. This first lesson tells about a pioneer named Jeremiah Willey. It ends with an interesting story about his death. He died at age 63. He'd been having fainting spells and one day he was crossing a bridge near his home in Bountiful, Utah and fell into Barton Creek and drowned. His family had to wonder if he'd had a fainting spell or tripped or threw himself off on purpose! So the day of the funeral two of his friends were walking to the church. He appeared to them and explained that it had been an accident and he did not want them to think he had jumped in on purpose.

Robert Wilson McKell and Emma Eliza Jex McKell, parents of Effa McKell Williams

So I'm going to ask the sisters if they know of similar experiences where people who've died have come back to comfort or instruct the living. The experience I know of is when my Grandma Williams died, my Grandpa saw her parents come for her to escort her back to Heavenly Father. This was comforting to him to know she was in their care.

When I was in San Diego I received this insight: our ancestors are waiting in the wings, watching our lives, cheering us on, anxious for our return. On the other hand, our descendants are also waiting in the opposite wings so to speak, anxious that we do our best so they will be able to come to good circumstances.