Sometimes when I get a twinge of pain it reminds me that life here will have an end and we all must eventually die.
These are three of the reasons I don't fear death (besides all the good stuff in Alma about it):
1. When I was a young adult my Grandpa Fugal was killed in a traffic accident involving a drunk driver. He was on his way to give a humorous reading at a wedding reception in Lehi. I was at Grandma's house the next day when the young couple came to give their condolences. But Grandma ended up comforting them! She told them that she and Grandpa had had a long happy life together (over fifty years) and that she knew she would be with Grandpa in the next life.
2. When my Dad lay dying in the Provo Hospital of cancer of the bile duct (just three weeks after the diagnosis), he said he was not afraid of death. But he was a little afraid of getting sick enough to die.
3. When Karna died after just four days of life on earth, we were going somewhere and had Emily (almost five) and Esther (just turned two) in the car with us. Emily said, "My dad and mom have three girls--two here on earth and one up in heaven."
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Yes, that was a never-forget time, visiting Daddy in the hospital daily, having the opportunity to hear all his funeral speeches, which not only he quoted large parts of, but he exuded a firm belief with the added knowledge that it now applied to him. And hopefully I recounted that well enough in sharing those days along with Norma's journal. I was scared you might not make it in time, but gratefully you did. Now, to live/end our own lives well enough to associate with him and other loved ones again....
Esther and I often tell people that we are the oldest of six. I am thankful the sealing ordinances which we enter into at the Temple that bind all of us together.
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