1 Year

It's hard to believe that today marks the 1 year anniversary of Reed's death. In some ways it feels like the time has flown by, but most often it feels like it has been the longest year of my life.



I miss Reed a ton. Sometimes I still expect to walk into my parents house and have him be there.



I will forever be grateful that I listened to the prompting to invite Reed to go to the Temple with me hours before his death. Those few hours will always be a special memory for me. Being able to chat with him one on one about the different things going on in each of our lives on the way there and back, stopping to get ice cream (the "husky boy" needed a treat) on our way home, and just feeling of his Spirit were simply perfect.




A little over an hour after dropping Reed off I was at my house reading the Book of Mormon when I had the most overwhelming feeling of peace. Within minutes my brother Tommy called to tell me Reed had been in an accident and it didn't look good, I needed to get to the scene. As soon as I got off the phone I felt the Spirit comfort me and tell me Reed wouldn't make it.

Never have I been so grateful for a knowledge of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and God's Plan of Happiness for each of us. I know that one day I will see Reed again. I miss him so much but what an incredible blessing it is to know that death is not the end.


“No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude, and humility. … It is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire.” - Elder Orson F. Whitney