Mom, I read every bit of your email about the funeral week. Thank you so much for giving so many
details; I can see it all as if I were there. Friday evening, at about
7:30 my time and onward, I felt a strong connection to the thought of
the funeral proceedings, and it seems that timeframe aligns decently
well with the time between leaving for Snowflake and the ceremony there.
I believe that was from the Spirit. Also, when I saw the picture here
of Grandfather in the coffin, I had the overwhelming and precise thought
that he is not there in the coffin; he's in another place, still
serving everyone, just as he has practiced for eight decades.
Mom,
though I'm shedding tears right now, I am not sad in the slightest. I
know where he is. I don't believe it, I know it, and in these past
months that knowledge has spread to fill my being, and I am unable to
deny it.
And, above all, know that I am filled
to the brim with love for you and for him and Grandmother. I am starting
to understand, bit by bit, what you mean when you say you love me more
than I can comprehend.
With flourishing love,
Elder Hill
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