Til we meet again

Every once in a while something happens in your life that makes you sit back and
re-think the things that you have been taught and the things that we believe.
This past week has definitely been one of those times.
This past Thursday the 13th of March started out pretty normal, a little busy, but not too abnormal. I had parent teacher conference with both of my boys and had asked Paige to watch the girls for me while I went, and of course she was sweet enough to say yes. After we were done I had met her at costco, which is always CRAZY! We were planning to leave the next morning for Mexico so we were getting a bunch of crap to bring with us to keep kids busy in the car. As we were loading up the car my cell rang, and then it rang again, and again until I finally answered it. This phone call changed alot of things for me and my family. It was my dad on the phone and he had told me that my sweet little nephew, who was two years old, had been run over by a car. At this point nobody knew how severe it was and we were just waiting to hear what we needed to do to help. I had Paige's kids from Costco so she could get some things done, just a side note, but as soon as we pulled out of the parking spot I pulled the car over and asked all gazillion little ones in my car to please fold there little arms so that I could say a prayer for my brother and his family. After I said Amen we drove off and for some reason I began to panic. We got home and as the phone calls came in, seemed one after another for the next thirty minutes, I learned that my sweet little nephew had passed away. My brothers friend was at his home in Taylor helping him with a garage, and after he was done he got in his car and had accidentally run over my nephew.I spoke to my mom and asked what to do now and she said all my brother wanted was his brothers and sisters. I didn't even think twice I threw some G's in a bag and grabbed my travel bag and got my kids set up to leave, with the help of Paige, and I drove out of there to meet up with my Siblings. We drove up to Taylor where they live and were embraced my my older brother and his pregnant wife who were in utter shock and emotional wrecks. This was to be expected, although if you have never seen every member of your immediate family, that you thought were so strong, break down in this manner it is pure heartbreak. I have to also mention that in this position that I was in was completely different than I had ever expected. This was, for me, a turning point in my testimony. I can honestly say that although it didn't take this little boy passing for me to know that I will live again, it did make me realize that my sadness and sorrow for these people that I love so much is merely a mortal feeling. I know that one day, if I live up to the covenants that I have made in the temple with my heavenly Father, I will see him and my family again. It has made this so clear to me that I need to be the best mother to my children and the best wife to my loving husband. This week has by far been the most eye opening experience for so many reasons, I am so grateful for all that I have and that I can live again, that I have the gospel to get my family and me through this trial. You never realize how deep your love is for someone like this until it is taken from you unexpectedly. I love everyone of my family members and I am grateful that we have remained close to be able to count on each other in times like these. This has many more details that I believe are to sacred to share with the entire blogging community but I thought that a few people may not know about what had happened. My mom and I had set up and account today for everyone that has asked where to donate, it is the Waylon Ulrich Memorial Fund at B of A. Thanks to all who have been there for my brother and his wife to comfort and for all the service that was done in there behalf, we all really appreciate it.