December 2004 Ensign - The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day ...
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54<br />
JOSEPH SMITH, BY ALVIN GITTINS<br />
Ifrequently<br />
reflect on the<br />
comforting<br />
words <strong>of</strong> the Prophet<br />
Joseph Smith: “And<br />
that same sociality<br />
which exists among<br />
us here will exist<br />
among us there, only<br />
it will be coupled<br />
with eternal glory,<br />
which glory we do<br />
not now enjoy.”<br />
Everyone appeared to be in pain. I stepped<br />
close to my mother, who sat leaning against<br />
the van’s tire, and asked how she was. <strong>The</strong><br />
indecisive phrase “I don’t know” satisfied<br />
my frightened mind.<br />
Within minutes an emergency helicopter<br />
arrived to rush my mother and five-year-old<br />
brother, Josh, to a nearby hospital. I climbed<br />
into one <strong>of</strong> two ambulances that carried the<br />
rest <strong>of</strong> my battered family to the emergency<br />
room. Suffering from a mere scrape on my<br />
back, I was the least injured.<br />
My family dispersed into various examination<br />
rooms for individual treatment before<br />
we were reunited an hour or so later in a<br />
small hospital room at the request <strong>of</strong> my<br />
father. I looked around the room at family<br />
members whose medical treatments were<br />
temporarily postponed and began to worry<br />
about the effects <strong>of</strong> this unthinkable tragedy.<br />
Two <strong>of</strong> our family were missing: Josh, who I<br />
later learned was in a coma in critical condition,<br />
and Mom.<br />
<strong>The</strong> words my father then spoke will never<br />
fade from memory.<br />
“Mom is dead,” he mumbled beneath his<br />
tears.<br />
My heart sank, and my eyes also filled with<br />
tears. <strong>The</strong> room was silent for a few moments<br />
as these words sank in.<br />
“Who’s going to cook for us?” nineyear-old<br />
Sarah asked.<br />
Dad replied with the best words <strong>of</strong><br />
comfort he could think <strong>of</strong> under the circumstances.<br />
“I don’t know. We’ll work<br />
something out.”<br />
<strong>Christ</strong>mas was different that year,<br />
falling only six <strong>day</strong>s after the accident.<br />
We postponed celebrating the holi<strong>day</strong><br />
until Josh had recuperated enough to join<br />
the family. <strong>The</strong>n, on our special <strong>Christ</strong>mas<br />
morning, my seven brothers and sisters and<br />
I gathered in a circle around the tree with my<br />
dad to open presents. As was tradition in our<br />
family, the youngest, my one-year-old sister,<br />
picked the first present to open. She chose<br />
a gift my mother had prepared for the family<br />
before her death.<br />
Dad removed the wrapping paper from a<br />
framed cross-stitch that read, “<strong>The</strong> circle <strong>of</strong><br />
our love is Forever.” <strong>The</strong> implication <strong>of</strong> that<br />
simple phrase brought peace to my family in<br />
that time <strong>of</strong> trial, and the meaning behind the<br />
words has bound us together ever since with<br />
the knowledge that we will see our mother<br />
again.<br />
To<strong>day</strong>, nearly 17 years later, I’m reminded<br />
<strong>of</strong> the powerful truth <strong>of</strong> eternal families as<br />
I begin to build my own. Now my constant<br />
reminder to live my life worthily comes not<br />
only from my desire to see my mother again<br />
but also from my desire to live forever with<br />
my wife and baby boy.<br />
I frequently reflect on the comforting<br />
words <strong>of</strong> the Prophet Joseph Smith: “And<br />
that same sociality which exists among us<br />
here will exist among us there, only it will<br />
be coupled with eternal glory, which glory<br />
we do not now enjoy” (D&C 130:2).<br />
<strong>The</strong> cross-stitch we unwrapped many<br />
years ago still hangs on my family’s living<br />
room wall, reminding me and my siblings<br />
<strong>of</strong> our beloved mother, providing continued<br />
hope in the divine plan <strong>of</strong> our Heavenly<br />
Father, and bringing us peace <strong>of</strong> mind<br />
because <strong>of</strong> the promise <strong>of</strong> eternal families<br />
made possible by the sacrifice <strong>of</strong> our Savior<br />
<strong>Jesus</strong> <strong>Christ</strong>. ■<br />
David Toy is a member <strong>of</strong> the Tates Creek Ward,<br />
Lexington Kentucky Stake.