I went to a funeral this morning. It was for a young man that took his life a week ago. He was 26 years old. His older brother had taken his life 10 weeks ago. This poor family is still mourning their first son's death and now they are having to deal with a second son. My heart aches for this family, I can not think of anything that would test my faith more. Watching that mom and dad walk out behind the casket was heart wrenching. The whole family looked numb. I kept thinking about Kami's funeral the entire time I was there and wondering to myself, was she at this funeral with me? I want to believe that Kami is with me. I have found myself in the last couple of weeks talking to her. When my aunt and cousin were over her for the anniversary of Kami's death and we hiked in Rocky Mountain National Park. I prayed to my Heavenly Father to let me feel Kami near me. I felt such an overwhelming feeling of her being there with me. She loved the mountains. She always said that for her being in the mountains was like me attending church. She felt at peace there. I felt at peace there with her. I long for those moments of peace. I cherish them. I live for the time that I will see Kami again and be able to throw my arms around her and tell her how much I love and miss her.
Take time to do that to your children. Make sure to let them know. I wish I would have let Kami know more often how much I love her. I hope she knows now. My heart hurts for the Berryman's and I pray that I will never know what it feels like to lose two children.
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