Sweet Monique

Some joys in life are coupled with sorrow. Nine and half years ago my little niece Monique was born in a burst of surprise. What a sweet little angel she was. My brother, always the comedian, used to hold her up and talk for her in this crazy little high pitched voice until we were all laughing, I'm sure Monique would have approved. Over the years, her cousins and younger siblings have loved to be near her. We've each loved the tender moments of time with her as we've watched her bravely endure an uncooperative body that didn't allow her freedom of movement or speech. Although her time with us was too short and often heart wrenching, we loved her dearly.

Through all of this, her parents have been constantly brave and loving. They were just 22 year old kids when she was born but they met this challenge courageously and gracefully. I love you Roger and Veronique. You're in my thoughts and prayers.

Now the challenge to figure out how to say goodbye is in front of each of us. I for one, am unsure of how to do that. But I echo my brother and his family in the following message,

"During this difficult time our family testifies of the reality of the resurrection which is a gift from our Savior Jesus Christ and are filled with an overwhelming sense of love and hope. We take strength in a sure and peaceful witness that our Father in Heaven loves us and has prepared a way for our family to be together now and throughout all eternity."

Amen.