God Be With You 'Til We Meet Again
October 06 2008 10:28 AM
Yesterday, Sunday, October 5, I was preparing to go to Sandy and take some family pictures for my Aunt Becky and Uncle Dennis. It was also my cousin Michael’s 31st birthday, so afterward, we were going to have a BBQ for his birthday. I got a call at about 10:00 a.m. from my cousin Candyce letting me know we weren’t going to be taking pictures.
In January, Becky was diagnosed with neuroendocrine cancer and yesterday morning, she must have decided that she had had enough because she returned home to our Father in Heaven.
For a short time, I had the opportunity to live with my aunt and uncle after my own mom died in 1983. I don’t recall exactly how long I stayed with them, but it was long enough to for me to love them like an extension of my own family. Becky and Dennis have always treated me like a daughter. When I lived with them, I was not a guest in their home, but part of their family. Michael treated me like a sister, teasing at every opportunity and I retaliated like a sister. I was as annoying as any little sister could be. If I was naughty, I got tabasco sauce just like Michael did.
When I got older, and although I was no longer living with the Stuarts, Becky introduced me to a wonderful thing called deodorant. She made sure I knew how to care for myself. If I was staying with them for a visit, Becky would take me shopping, as long as I helped with the housework, just like a daughter. One time we were going out to Wendy’s for lunch. I was in the front seat of their van and I had just gotten a walkman for my birthday a couple months earlier, so of course I had headphones on my ears. She reached over and said something like “When you wear your headphones, its like you’re not here, and today we’re together and I want you here.”
The last time I saw my Aunt Becky, was about three weeks ago on the 13th birthday of her youngest son. I had gone up alone to visit with their family. Matt offered to stay home and watch our kids. I had a wonderful time with them. Becky’s pain medication made her tired, and she kept dozing off. But it was great to be near her. I am so grateful that I went up that day.
I am so grateful for the good memories of Becky that I will always treasure. So, my dear Aunt Becky, God be with you ‘til we meet again. We will meet again. I know that. I am so grateful for the blessing of eternal families and for the peace that the gospel brings. I will always love you and miss you.
In January, Becky was diagnosed with neuroendocrine cancer and yesterday morning, she must have decided that she had had enough because she returned home to our Father in Heaven.
For a short time, I had the opportunity to live with my aunt and uncle after my own mom died in 1983. I don’t recall exactly how long I stayed with them, but it was long enough to for me to love them like an extension of my own family. Becky and Dennis have always treated me like a daughter. When I lived with them, I was not a guest in their home, but part of their family. Michael treated me like a sister, teasing at every opportunity and I retaliated like a sister. I was as annoying as any little sister could be. If I was naughty, I got tabasco sauce just like Michael did.
When I got older, and although I was no longer living with the Stuarts, Becky introduced me to a wonderful thing called deodorant. She made sure I knew how to care for myself. If I was staying with them for a visit, Becky would take me shopping, as long as I helped with the housework, just like a daughter. One time we were going out to Wendy’s for lunch. I was in the front seat of their van and I had just gotten a walkman for my birthday a couple months earlier, so of course I had headphones on my ears. She reached over and said something like “When you wear your headphones, its like you’re not here, and today we’re together and I want you here.”
The last time I saw my Aunt Becky, was about three weeks ago on the 13th birthday of her youngest son. I had gone up alone to visit with their family. Matt offered to stay home and watch our kids. I had a wonderful time with them. Becky’s pain medication made her tired, and she kept dozing off. But it was great to be near her. I am so grateful that I went up that day.
I am so grateful for the good memories of Becky that I will always treasure. So, my dear Aunt Becky, God be with you ‘til we meet again. We will meet again. I know that. I am so grateful for the blessing of eternal families and for the peace that the gospel brings. I will always love you and miss you.
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