You Were Remembered Today

Hi friend

It's been a while.
But just because I haven't written, doesn't mean you're not on my mind.
I wanted you to know how often, and how lovingly, you're remembered; every day by so many people.

You were remembered last night as I looked up in the choir loft and saw your sister singing.  Her smile reminds me of yours.
It made me remember your beautiful voice.

You were remembered last week when your bother and his family came to my house for my daughter's recital.
It made me remember the tone and love and goodness that always filled the room when you performed.  I could feel you smiling down on my little Aliya Georgia, as she played her heart out.

You were remembered a few weeks ago when September 25th came around again.  I brought pink and cream roses from the Quarter Notes to your grave and wept.
It made me remember how fleeting this life is, and how crucial it is that we treasure the time we're given with those we love.

You were remembered last month when I sat watching your dear mother share her testimony about the Savior and His goodness with millions of people all over the world.
It made me remember her words at your funeral.  "This is not my plan for Georgia, but it is God's plan for her.  And because it's His plan, I will accept it with faith."

You were remembered today as I thought about our friend Cami, on her birthday.
It made me remember the special bond the two of you have, and how blessed we are to know that relationships with the ones we love are eternal.

You were remembered yesterday, as I sat at my daughter's violin lesson and noticed, again, that charcoal sketch of you, tenderly tucked in the bookshelf of your violin teacher, overseeing the teaching of hundreds of violin students.
It made me remember that everyone experiences heartache and grief, and that it's our choice as to how we move forward with faith.

And you are remembered every day, every moment in which there is love and compassion and joy.

Thinking of you,
Brit

Because of Him

Easter is a lovely time of year.
New blossoms on the trees, the sun returns, the life awakens after a long and cold winter.

Hope simply is in the air.

And I just want you to know, dear Georgia, that Easter is real to me because of you.

Because of Him, we will be reunited.
Because of Him, I have hope that we will embrace again.
Because of Him, I know our friendship is eternal.

Happy Easter, dear friend.