i woke up early in your bed.
so we could catch a flight to boston.
your flight to boston.
i took a shower in your bathroom.
i packed up all my stuff in your room.
and i couldn't help thinking that it should be you doing this.
i should've been waiting for you in boston.
when the flight took off,
i looked out the window and saw the runway speeding past.
and i looked at mom and saw tears running down her face.
you never got to fly.
this was supposed to be your first time.
and i tried to imagine what you would've been thinking
during your first take-off.
general conference was this weekend.
i wonder if you watch it in heaven?
pres. monson wrote a talk just for us.
at least, i think he did.
it was so comforting to hear a prophet tell us
we will see you again.
easter was different this year.
it meant more to us than it ever has before.
Christ's atonement and resurrection are the reason
you will once again be reunited with your body.
and i cannot wait until that day.
to run to you and hug you and never let go.
i can't imagine a more joyful reunion.
"Among all the facts of mortality, none is so certain as it's end. Death comes to all. It is our universal heritage. It may claim its victims in infancy or youth. It may visit in the period of life's prime. It's summons may be deferred until the snows of age have gathered upon the head. It may befall as the result of an accident, or disease, or through natural causes. But, come it must. It inevitably represents the painful loss of association. And particularly, in the young, a crushing blow to dreams unrealized, ambitions unfulfilled, and hopes vanquished."
-President Thomas S. Monson
(Sunday AM session)