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Sunday, April 27, 2014

Gratitude...

I was asked to speak in Sacrament Meeting today on my favorite talk from this April's General Conference. When I was given the assignment I knew instantly which talk I was going to focus on because I was so profoundly touched by it when it was given. Below I have shared my talk. If you want to see or read President Uchtdorf's conference address in it's entirety I have added links so that you can do so.

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When I was asked if I would speak today, I was grateful for the chance. That’s a little ironic coming from me, since speaking in front of people is one of the things that make me the most nervous. Still I truly am thankful to have this opportunity. I pray that the Spirit will be with me as I speak so that I will be able to give the message I have prepared in a way that is of worth to all of us and pleasing to our Heavenly Father.

I was asked to choose my favorite talk from this past General Conference. That’s not necessarily an easy task, given that there was so much of great worth that was spoken of during Conference.  One of the greatest things I gained from Conference was a renewed testimony that our Heavenly Father and our Elder Brother Jesus Christ know each one of us personally and inspire our leaders to give us the messages we need to hear when we need to hear them.

The talk I chose to speak on today was President Uchtdorf's which seemed to be a direct answer to prayers that have been lifted to Heavenly Father recently. I hope you will bear with me and forgive me if I am a bit emotional as I speak because the message of this talk touched me so deeply.

President Uchtdorf began his address by saying: “Over the years, I have had the sacred opportunity to meet with many people whose sorrows seem to reach the very depths of their soul. In these moments, I have listened to my beloved brothers and sisters and grieved with them over their burdens. I have pondered what to say to them, and I have struggled to know how to comfort and support them in their trials.

Often their grief is caused by what seems to them as an ending. Some are facing the end of a cherished relationship, such as the death of a loved one or estrangement from a family member. Others feel they are facing the end of hope—the hope of being married or bearing children or overcoming an illness. Others may be facing the end of their faith, as confusing and conflicting voices in the world tempt them to question, even abandon, what they once knew to be true. Sooner or later, I believe that all of us experience times when the very fabric of our world tears at the seams, leaving us feeling alone, frustrated, and adrift. It can happen to anyone. No one is immune.

Everyone’s situation is different, and the details of each life are unique. Nevertheless, I have learned that there is something that would take away the bitterness that may come into our lives. There is one thing we can do to make life sweeter, more joyful, even glorious.

We can be grateful!

It might sound contrary to the wisdom of the world to suggest that one who is burdened with sorrow should give thanks to God. But those who set aside the bottle of bitterness and lift instead the goblet of gratitude can find a purifying drink of healing, peace, and understanding.

As disciples of Christ, we are commanded to “thank the Lord [our] God in all things,” to “sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving,” and to “let [our] heart be full of thanks unto God.”

Why does God command us to be grateful?

All of His commandments are given to make blessings available to us. Commandments are opportunities to exercise our agency and to receive blessings. Our loving Heavenly Father knows that choosing to develop a spirit of gratitude will bring us true joy and great happiness.

I know that in our own lives, all of us have times when we are dealt situations that may cause us to wonder how we can have a grateful heart as President Uchtdorf suggests.  It may be an illness of our own or that of a loved one. It may be someone we care about or even ourselves dealing with the emotional or mental anguish brought on by battling depression or anxiety. Maybe it is the separation from family members and friends who need to move on. Perhaps it is the loss of a family member or a friend in tragic circumstances and we wonder why they are gone so soon when it seemed they had so much more they could have done, so much of life left to live and so much left to give. 

President Uchtdorf says, “…some might say, “What do I have to be grateful for when my world is falling apart?

He then continues, “Perhaps focusing on what we are grateful for is the wrong approach. It is difficult to develop a spirit of gratitude if our thankfulness is only proportional to the number of blessings we can count…I don’t believe the Lord expects us to be less thankful in times of trial than in times of abundance and ease. In fact, most of the scriptural references do not speak of gratitude for things but rather suggest an overall spirit or attitude of gratitude.

It is easy to be grateful for things when life seems to be going our way. But what then of those times when what we wish for seems to be far out of reach?

Could I suggest that we see gratitude as a disposition, a way of life that stands independent of our current situation? In other words, I’m suggesting that instead of being thankful for things, we focus on being thankful in our circumstances—whatever they may be…the choice is ours. We can choose to limit our gratitude, based on the blessings we feel we lack. Or we can choose to be like Nephi, whose grateful heart never faltered. When his brothers tied him up on the ship—which he had built to take them to the promised land—his ankles and wrists were so sore “they had swollen exceedingly,” and a violent storm threatened to swallow him up in the depths of the sea. “Nevertheless,” Nephi said, “I did look unto my God, and I did praise him all the day long; and I did not murmur against the Lord because of mine afflictions.”

We can choose to be grateful, no matter what.”

To me, that means we can be thankful in spite of what we may see as endings. Instead of remaining sorrowful at the loss of those for whom we care, we can have gratitude that we were blessed to know them for whatever amount of time we did, whether lengthy or brief.  Instead of being saddened by the trials we are asked to go through we can be grateful for the strength the Lord gives us to help us overcome them through our own efforts or through the blessing of others who are prompted to help us.

President Uchtdorf reminds us that “We can choose to be like Job, who seemed to have everything but then lost it all, yet…responded “… the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”

This type of gratitude transcends whatever is happening around us. It surpasses disappointment, discouragement, and despair. It blooms just as beautifully in the icy landscape of winter as it does in the pleasant warmth of summer.

When we are grateful to God in our circumstances, we can experience gentle peace in the midst of tribulation. In grief, we can still lift up our hearts in praise. In pain, we can glory in Christ’s Atonement. In the cold of bitter sorrow, we can experience the closeness and warmth of heaven’s embrace.
We sometimes think that being grateful is what we do after our problems are solved, but how terribly shortsighted that is. How much of life do we miss by waiting to see the rainbow before thanking God that there is rain?

Being grateful in times of distress does not mean that we are pleased with our circumstances. It does mean that through the eyes of faith we look beyond our present-day challenges.

This is not a gratitude of the lips but of the soul. It is a gratitude that heals the heart and expands the mind.

Being grateful in our circumstances is an act of faith in God. It requires that we trust God and hope for things we may not see but which are true. By being grateful, we follow the example of our beloved Savior, who said, “Not my will, but thine, be done.”

True gratitude is an expression of hope and testimony. It comes from acknowledging that we do not always understand the trials of life but trusting that one day we will.

In any circumstance, our sense of gratitude is nourished by the many and sacred truths we do know: that our Father has given His children the great plan of happiness; that through the Atonement of His Son, Jesus Christ, we can live forever with our loved ones; that in the end, we will have glorious, perfect, and immortal bodies, unburdened by sickness or disability; and that our tears of sadness and loss will be replaced with an abundance of happiness and joy, “good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over.”

In light of what we know about our eternal destiny, is it any wonder that whenever we face the bitter endings of life, they seem unacceptable to us? There seems to be something inside of us that resists endings.

Why is this? Because we are made of the stuff of eternity. We are eternal beings, children of the Almighty God, whose name is Endless and who promises eternal blessings without number. Endings are not our destiny.”

“The more we learn about the gospel of Jesus Christ, the more we realize that endings here in mortality are not endings at all. They are merely interruptions—temporary pauses that one day will seem small compared to the eternal joy awaiting the faithful. How grateful I am to my Heavenly Father that in His plan there are no true endings, only everlasting beginnings.

While I was inspired by all of President Uchtdorf’s talk it was the part I just read that addressed so clearly what I needed.  I’d like to share some of the reasons why.

Starting around October my mother began to have some significant health issues. After meeting with her doctor several times with little conclusive information on what was happening to her, and with her health continuing to deteriorate - my mom was finally referred to a neurologist in Provo at the beginning of March.

 After battling and surviving cancer almost a dozen years ago, and dealing with and successfully managing diabetes for the last several years, I think we all thought that my mom would be able to beat whatever it was that was causing her health issues. 

After meeting with the neurologist he said that given the progressive state of her condition he felt that it could be one of two things. However without further tests, the neurologist didn’t want to make a final diagnosis. He wanted my mom to see another neurologist, an expert in the field of ALS research who runs the University of Utah’s ALS clinic. He put in an urgent request for a consultation with this doctor and my parents were sent home to wait for the ALS clinic to call and set up an appointment. They were told that it could be several weeks before they were able to be seen by the doctor and so they prepared to wait.  It was about a week and a half after her initial meeting with the doctor in Provo that the ALS clinic called to say there had been a cancellation and that they could see my mom if she was able to come in the next Tuesday. Arrangements were made and they met with the neurologist on March 25th. After some more tests were run, they concluded that my mother had a rapidly advancing form of ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease) and that, given how quickly it is progressing; she might have up to six months to a year left to be with us. It was shocking news to all of us.

And yet, in spite of the situation, I have found several things that added to an ‘attitude of gratitude’ for me in this situation.

I am grateful that there was an actual diagnosis. After months of not knowing, to have a definitive answer is a blessing, even though it is bittersweet.

I am grateful for a knowledge of the plan of salvation and that the sealing power of the Priesthood has been restored so that my family can be together eternally if we live worthily.

How grateful I am for personal prayer. It has been a sustaining thing for me. I am equally grateful for the prayers of friends in my behalf and in my family’s behalf. There is not much sweeter than hearing a child with all their tender faith praying for you.

I have gratitude for the fact that my five brothers and sisters, along with their spouses and children (except my nephew who is on his mission) were able to meet at my parent’s house the weekend after the diagnosis to spend some time together and were able to witness the power of the Priesthood in action as a family prayer was said and then as a blessing of peace and comfort was given to my mom by my dad with my three brothers and two brothers-in-law standing in the circle and then a blessing was given to my father by my brother with my remaining brothers and brothers-in-law again exercising the precious gift of the Priesthood. There wasn’t a dry eye as these special prayers were given and it felt like Heaven was a little closer for those moments. How could I not be grateful to have had the chance to experience those special moments with my family?

Three of my siblings live in Huntington near my parents and have taken on the day to day support of both my mom and dad. I am grateful that they are there and willing to give the care and support that those of us who live further away cannot give.

Many people who know my parents have called or stopped by to visit and tell my mom what a profound impact she had on their lives and how grateful they are to know her. Because it has become more difficult for her to communicate, some dear friends come simply to sit and share quiet moments with her. Several men in the ward came together and over two days built a ramp for my parent’s house so that my mom can move around with the wheelchair she now must use. Another friend provided a chair with a lift to make it easier for my mom to get out of the chair when she needs to. How thankful I am that my parents have that support.

I have gratitude for a mother who has been a profound influence and example in my life of love and care and compassion especially for her family.

I have gratitude for a father who has a deep and abiding love for my mom and takes care of her with such love and tenderness every day.

I am grateful for and have been blessed by both of their examples throughout my life.

I am thankful for friends who share and care and love and support in so many different ways. All of these things mean so very much.

I have found that even in the midst of trials there are so many blessings that can be counted when looked at with an attitude of gratitude.

President Uchtdorf concludes his talk by saying, “Brothers and sisters, have we not reason to be filled with gratitude, regardless of the circumstances in which we find ourselves?

Do we need any greater reason to let our hearts “be full of thanks unto God”?

“Have we not great reason to rejoice?”

How blessed we are if we recognize God’s handiwork in the marvelous tapestry of life. Gratitude to our Father in Heaven broadens our perception and clears our vision. It inspires humility and fosters empathy toward our fellowmen and all of God’s creation. Gratitude is a catalyst to all Christlike attributes! A thankful heart is the parent of all virtues.

The Lord has given us His promise that those “who [receive] all things with thankfulness shall be made glorious; and the things of this earth shall be added unto [them], even an hundred fold, yea, more.”

May we “live in thanksgiving daily”—especially during the seemingly unexplainable endings that are part of mortality. May we allow our souls to expand in thankfulness toward our merciful Heavenly Father. May we ever and constantly raise our voices and show by word and deed our gratitude to our Father in Heaven and to His Beloved Son, Jesus Christ."

I add my own testimony to that of President Uchtdorf’s. I know that we have a merciful and kind Father in Heaven who will sustain us through all we are asked to go. I know that having a grateful heart in all our circumstances will allow us to become closer to our Heavenly Father and more like our Savior, Jesus Christ. I have a testimony of the power of prayer, of the power of the Priesthood, of the eternal nature of families. I have a testimony of the Atonement. I know that because our Elder Brother bore all things for us in the Garden of Gethsemane and then on the cross that we can do all things and return to live with our Heavenly Father and with loved ones, our families and friends when our time on this earth is through. I have a sure knowledge of these things and so many more. I leave you with this testimony in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

All Hallow's Eve...

 



 Fairies and witches...
Pirates and skeletons...
And ninja knights...
Oh my...

A truly "spook"tacular evening...



Friday, October 26, 2012

Life Through My Lens - The pumpkin patch...


Some very kind and good friends invited me to join their family on a little excursion to a local pumpkin patch a couple of weeks ago. It was a pretty fun evening and definitely reminded me that fall is here.

Thanks, my dear friends, for inviting me...

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Brave...

This post started out several weeks ago as an update on another website. I thought about leaving it at that, but I kept having the feeling that I should share it here as well - in a modified form - though I'm not really sure why.
So, for those few of you who may have read portions of this already, I apologize...


I've been thinking lately of some of the conversations Jason and I had when he would come and visit. More than once he told me how brave he thought I was for moving to and teaching in the town where I live without the benefit of having a huge support base. I always told him that I didn't know how brave I was... but he insisted that it was true - that I was indeed brave. He said that he wasn't sure he could have done it. I had a hard time picturing that because he always seemed so confident and self-assured. And here I was thinking that HE was the brave one moving to Utah the way that he did...and that I wasn't sure I could have done it... lol... In fact, I was pretty positive I couldn't. Come to think of it, though, I'm not sure I ever told him that...
(In many ways, I suppose, this was just another illustration of the fact that there are so many things that we do not and cannot know about what goes on in the hearts and minds of others. And because we are finite creatures with limited knowledge it is not our job to judge - for good or bad. We cannot know all of their triumphs, strengths, trials, weaknesses, and worries. It IS our job to uplift and support one another along the way...)

I can tell you this now - though I may not always feel brave - his words to me made me WANT to be brave...

They made me want to try a few new things, to put myself out there more and to try to make new connections with others - which is difficult for me.  I seem to lack that skill that Jason seemed to have down to a fine art. (I know he probably made it look easier than it was - even for him. That was another thing he was good at - making difficult things look simple. He never let on when things were hard for him, though I wish now that he would have been able to do that more.) Written words seem to come easier for me than spoken ones sometimes... perhaps the fear of rejection is less...  but through Jason's friendship, and that of other good and dear friends - (Thank you, John and Allisha) - I am trying to get over my reticence and in the trying have met some very wonderful new people who accepted me as I was shyness, quirkiness, and all - just like Jason did... (Thank you, Gerb, Rachel, and Shawna.) I don't honestly think he had any clue how much he influenced me - and others - in that way. It feels good to have people accept you where you are at while encouraging you to live up to your potential.

I have to admit that my bravery and confidence have taken a little blow in the past while, but as time goes on I am confident it will return little by little as I push past my doubts and fears. I am determined to keep meeting new people, making new friends, and trying new things...

So, thanks for having confidence in me, my friend, for helping me try to find the courage to attempt to be "Fearless"...




and to try and "Touch the Sky"...




And, lest anyone fear that I have set my friend upon too high of a pedestal, rest assured that I understand that he - like the rest of us - was not perfect. He had his struggles and weaknesses, as well as his triumphs and strengths. Isn't that true about each of us? That does not diminish the impact he had on the lives of those who knew him.
If anything it makes it even more impressive.

*For those who are interested, here are the lyrics to both songs that I shared. I think there is a powerful message in both of them.


Fearless – by Pandorum
Walking in a straight line
Don’t give up tonight
And all your fears combined
There’s no need to hide
Don’t you run away
You will find your way
Deep inside
And I will fight for you
If you want me to
Tonight

Then a light brightens up the dark
And gives you the hope
To fight again
And you won’t stand
On your own
Just take a breath within
You’re not alone
You are not alone
You are not alone
You are not alone anymore

One voice alone
Is one heart that’s strong
Will get you through
Two steps in front
Is three times the love
You’ll never fall

Then a light brightens up the dark
And gives you the hope
To fight again
And you won’t stand
On your own
Just take a breath within
You’re not alone

So open your eyes
Take your wings for a ride
And don’t look down
All the hurting inside
Is just pain that subsides
You can only try
We can try
We can try

Then a light brightens up the dark
And gives you the hope
To fight again
And you won’t stand
On your own
Just take a breath within
You’re not alone

Say goodbye
No more fears
You feel inside
Say goodbye
You know its time
To live your life


Touch the Sky - Julie Fowlis 
(Disney/Pixar's Brave Soundtrack)
When cold wind is a calling 
And the sky is clear and bright,
Misty mountains sing and beckon me 
Lead me out into the night. 

I will ride, I will fly
Chase the wind and touch the sky. 
I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky. 

Where dark roots hide secrets
And mountains are fierce and bold. 
Deep waters hold reflections 
Of times lost long ago. 

I will hear their e’ry story 
Take hold of my own dreams
Be as strong as the seas are stormy, 
And proud as an eagle’s scream.
I will ride, I will fly

Chase the wind and touch the sky. 
I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky. 


Saturday, September 29, 2012

Rainbow connections...

I captured the tail end of this rainbow as I traveled home a few weeks ago.
I wish I had been able to capture it in all its brilliance. 
In the past week two friends posted pictures of rainbows on their blogs. Their posts brought to mind a photo of a rainbow I had captured recently as well. It seemed to give me a gentle nudge to add a post of my own to this mix... this "rainbow connection"...




I love the gentle promise of a rainbow... the reminder that even amidst the storms of life beauty can still be found. Indeed, it is the storm that makes the beauty possible... and though the beauty of a rainbow may be here one moment and gone in the next the memory of that rainbow lingers long after the last glimpse has faded. 


I couldn't end this post without sharing the rainbows captured by my two friends. Hopefully they'll forgive me for "borrowing" them, but I couldn't complete this post without showing the inspirations behind it. Thanks Gerb and Rachel for capturing the fleeting beauty of the rainbow.


"I'll build you a rainbow, way up high above.
Send down a sunbeam, plumb full of love.
Sprinkle down raindrops, teardrops of joy."
I'll Build You A Rainbow - Words and Music by R. Scott Strong



This photo was taken by my friend Gerb. Beautiful....

This photo was taken by my friend Rachel. Lovely...

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Melon Madness.... Life Through My Lens

This same time every year in the humble hamlet where I live a certain kind of madness sets in...

Melon Madness...

Photograph by Backroads Photography (August 2011) - Thanks, Jason...

I thought I'd share a few moments from this year's Melon Days celebration....
(Thanks to the H's for letting me join in the fun with them.)




















Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Saying goodbye...

Saturday I said goodbye to a friend... 


His memorial, planned by some of his dearest friends and family was a beautiful reflection of a life well lived, but far too brief.

I have to admit - it was tough... 

I arrived at the church a bit early, having made sure I left my home a couple of hours away with plenty of time to spare, just in case something unexpected happened on the road.

I walked inside and sat alone on a pew in the chapel and listened as the pianist played quietly in the background.  As I sat reflecting, a few other people started to trickle in to fill the seats as the time for the service drew near.  I recognized some of the faces from stories and pictures Jason shared, both in person and through his blog posts.  Then entered a couple of the people I had met through him on different occasions.  Jason had a way of drawing people together.  I think he really felt the need to make sure people made connections so that no one ever felt alone or left out. It is something that I wish I were better at.

I had the opportunity to sit near one of these new, but already dear friends and her family during the service. I was able to meet four of her children who'd had the opportunity to have Jason, "Mr. Z", as their teacher as well as their friend and were there to honor him. I was again struck by how many lives my friend had influenced.

As the service began I was touched that even the hymns chosen typified the life of my friend...  "Have I Done Any Good?" and "Each Life That Touches Ours For Good" were reminders of the kind of life Jason lived and "If You Could Hie To Kolob" gave great comfort in its assurance that "There is no end to love; There is no end to being; There is no death above."

Funny and poignant memories were shared by three of Jason's dearest friends and powerful testimony of the Atonement and the harmony between Justice, Mercy, and Love in all of our lives was borne.

After the service was over all who wanted to were invited to watch a video highlighting Jason's life and to write down memories of Jason to share with his family. After writing my own memories and placing them in with the growing pile of remembrances, I watched the video.  As I listened to the lyrics I found myself struck by how closely they matched my own feelings. 

(Sorry for the unsteadiness of the video.)


There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go.
I never said thank you for that.
I thought I might get one more chance.

What would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.

May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.

Now what would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance.

May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.

And if you were with me tonight,
I'd sing to you just one more time.
A song for a heart so big,
God couldn't let it live.

May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.

May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
May angels lead you in.

(Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me )

Hopefully our own angel will be saving a spot for us at the end of our journey to "lead us in..."


A few moments later, after we had gathered outside on a field behind the church,
Jason's sister Shawna told us she had decided to continue a tradition that Jason had adopted of honoring those who have left us by sending a message aloft on the wings of a balloon.
I'm sure on Saturday that Heaven was bombarded with all of those messages of love and sorrow.

 

After the heavenward sent messages disappeared from view another touching tribute was given to Jason by several of his former students. Thanks Gerb for putting that together. I know he was smiling as he watched.

(Sadly I didn't capture the entire performance.)

Once again, the lyrics typified the type of friend, teacher, brother, uncle, and son Jason was.


You've been so kind and generous
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness I'm in debt to you
For your selflessness, my admiration
And for everything you've done 

You know I'm bound... 
I'm bound to thank you for it 

You've been so kind and generous
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness I'm in debt to you
And I never could have come this far without you
So for everything you've done 

You know I'm bound... 
I'm bound to thank you for it 

I want to thank you
For so many gifts
You gave with love and tenderness
I want to thank you 

I want to thank you
For your generosity
The love and the honesty
That you gave me 

I want to thank you
Show my gratitude
My love and my respect for you
I want to thank you 

I want to... 

Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you

(Natalie Marchant - Kind and Generous)


As the events of the day wound down I noticed that instead of rushing away, people lingered to talk, reminisce, comfort, and support one another. Eventually, however, everyone left to go their own way, leaving a bit of themselves behind, but perhaps also taking a little bit of those with whom they had shared both laughter and tears. I know I did.


Throughout the day, I kept having snippets of a song play through my mind... then I remembered where I had heard the song before... 

Once again a song expressed the feelings that I couldn't say for myself. 




"Saying goodbye, going away, seems like goodbye's such
 a hard thing to say....
Touching a hand, wondering why... It's time for saying goodbye...
Saying goodbye - why is it sad? Makes us remember the good times we've had...
Much more to say - foolish to try... It's time for saying goodbye...
Don't want to leave, but we both know, sometimes it's better to go...
Somehow I know - we'll meet again, not sure quite where and I don't know just when...
You're in my heart... so until then... It's time for saying goodbye...
Somehow I know - we'll meet again, not sure quite where and I don't know just when...
You're in my heart... so until then... wanna smile, wanna cry... saying goodbye...
It's time for saying goodbye..."


I guess it is only fitting that music played such a big part of my memories of Saturday since Jason was always singing, playing, and sharing all sorts of music with anyone he came in contact with. I don't know how many times we would both burst into little snippets of song that seemed to suit a particular situation. Often enough we had people saying, "Enough!!" with a laugh.

I still find myself, weeks later, wanting to call Jason up and tell him something funny or poignant that happened, or to ask his advice, or just to visit... and it hurts once again when I remember that I can't... at least not the way I used to... I'm sure, like others that won't stop me from "talking" with him every now and again. 


So I'll leave with this...
"Somehow I know we'll meet again, not sure quite where and I don't know just when. You're in my heart, so until then - wanna smile, wanna cry - It's time for saying goodbye..."

For now...

'Til we meet again...