My Dad

I just got home from a trip to Maryland during which my father was buried.  He died on his 75th birthday during an afternoon nap after a good morning with my mom and his sister. 

Many people have asked if I am okay, and I am.  When my brother, Jon, died almost 17 years ago, I spent a lot of time pondering and praying about what I truly believed all the way deep down in my soul.  I believe that life continues beyond the grave.  Our spirits return home to our Heavenly Father, and we will be reunited as families after death. 

AJ and I went to the Washington, DC LDS Temple Visitor Center last Monday, and I captured this shot of the DC Temple.

Temple as special to Mormons, because families are joined, or sealed, together for eternity.  This promised blessing gives me great comfort.