I lost my sweet Grandma this week. I told 4-year-old Zealand that her spirit, the part of her that made her alive and made her body work, had gone to live with Heavenly Father. I told him that when Jesus Christ lived on the earth, the same thing happened to him, but Jesus came back, his body and spirit were together again. I promised him that someday Jesus would come again and help Grandma to put her body and spirit back together. It was a pretty short conversation. He didn't ask any questions, and didn't act like he cared too much. Then we went to the funeral, where I cried A LOT. The next day, we went to the lake and had a picnic. He was really quiet and then he said to me, "My body works!... and your body works, Mom." I was amazed at how much he really listened. I am grateful for our
faith and the gospel of Jesus Christ. Because of it I have so much hope and know why I am here on the earth. I miss Grandma, and I love her. I know that she is with her loved ones and I know that I will see her again.
