Remember

So this last week has been one of the longest weeks of my life.  Last Sunday my Grandpa Wheeler had a stroke and has went down hill since then.  He has made short recoveres here and there, but all week we have been basically waiting and watching.  It has been an emotional rollercoaster, one I would like to get off of  soon.  If it has been like this for me, just completely draining, I can't imagine what it is like for my poor mom.  She is a rock , she will make it through.  This morning after getting of the phone with her and decided to sit down and listen to a conference talk.  I was drawn to one given by Elder Nelson regaurding finding Faith in our Futures.  The talk began with him talking about his grandson and his future.  How he will grow up, get married, and one day say goodbye to his grandfather, knowing with faith that death is a part of our mortal life.  It went on to say that we live to die, and we die to live again.  They Lord know exactly what I need to hear.  It amazes me how ever present he is in my life!  I needed it because it seems like when we loose someone close to us questions arise, our faith is tested, we become uncertain of what really awaits us all after this life.  I have been pondering that a lot this last week, wondering if I will be scared when it is my time.  Wondering if my Grandpa is scared, if that's why he is still holding on.  Wondering if in that moment all our faith weavers ever so slittly.  However, I keep coming back to the same  thought , there is no way we came here for no reason, there has to be a purpose to our life, a purpose for our trials and ultimately our growth.  Then I get happy for my grandpa, happy that he has reached his end goal, happy that he accomplished what he came here to do, happy that so much awaits him on the otherside.  I hope he realizes that and his faith takes over not his fears.  " We live to die and we die to live again."  That phrases, that thought brings me so much peace, maybe I will share it today!  I know in my heart that when my Grandpa decides its ok to go, it won't be the last time I see him.  Thats why I refuse to say goodbye, it might be awhile before I see that old fart again, but I have no doubt he will be there waiting for me when my day comes.  I feel that so strongly in my heart, my spirit tries so hard to remind me when my faith starts to weaver.  It cries out don't worry, remember, remember the plan, remember why we our here, remember the rewards that await us on the other side.  So I will try my hardest today and everyday to simply remember!