3 years

 It's been three years today that Doug was killed.  It's amazing how you can do great thru the whole year but that one day it still gets you.  I find it is easy for me talk about his death.  I'm at peace.  I find joy in eternal families.  I find joy in seeing that his widow has been able to re-marry and not had to raise their children alone.  I have found that death, his death in particular has helped me appreciate all the memories in life that are made.  This counts as knowledge, to me, and I think will go with us after we leave this earth.  It's wonderful.  And yet, I typed this with a lump in my throat and tears swelling up in my eyes.  This day is hard.  This day is hard.

All this pictures are things I took when I went to Arizona for the funeral.  The pig is Molly.  Unconsciously, I think she was my distraction from emotions at the time.  C'mon how could she not be!?  She's so cute!  She helped give me something to smile about.

So here's to Doug.  As the sun sets, I know it will rise again.  Just as our Savior.  Just as you will.  Just as I will.  It's a beautiful doctrine.  It is glorious like the sun.  I love you.