My name is Craig Jenkins, I live in Alpine, Utah. My wife Lorna and I moved to Alpine from Dallas Texas in 1988.
On May 1st 2014, Lorna was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer (non-smoking). The Doctor told her that with therapy she had 10 to 12 months to live, without therapy 6 months. Having spent the previous year watching a friend go through chemo, therapy wasn’t an option. She passed away about 4 months later on Sunday morning August 24, 2014.
Comparatively few people knew of her diagnosis. She asked me and our children not to tell anyone essentially putting us oder a gag order. Lorna’s brother and sisters didn’t know until the evening before she passed away. She didn’t want people asking her the “how, what, why” questions. When the Bishop announced in Sacrament Meeting that Lorna Jenkins had passed away that morning, he said there was a audible gasp from the congregation, then the tears started flowing.
That Sunday afternoon and evening, and throughout the week, friends and neighbors were stopping by offering their condolences and asking the “how, what and why” questions. She was in Church last Sunday, today she’s gone? Whats up with that? (Even to those that knew, she didn’t look ill.)
Monday evening, I was visiting with friends who had stopped by when our Stake President Buzz Butler, with his wife Lynn rang the door bell. Katie, our youngest daughter, answered the door. She asked him for a blessing. They stepped into the office and he gave her a blessing.
In the blessing He told her that it was her mothers time to go, that she could have chosen to stay, but in Gods plan, it was her time to go. (In a blessing to Kurt her brother a little later in the evening, Kurt was told that his “mothers ability to bless her family was now uninhibited”.)
Toward the end of Katie’s blessing he said “your mother is here, she is in the room with us, she is standing right in front of you”. He said a few more things that she doesn’t remember, then closed the blessing. He told her to stay there as long as she liked, he had to go “talk to your dad”. He turned out the light, and closed the door. Katie was left expecting to “see” her mother.
From Katie’s journal:
“So, there I sat in the office chair in the dark with my mother in the room. I had the initial thought that this could be a special experience. I began to question if I had the faith to have a special experience. I now realize that I thought I needed faith to see her with my physical eyes.
I began looking at an empty chair in the room, anxiously waiting for this special experience. I sat for about a minute, then realized I had no idea what to expect, so I said.
Mom, I’ve never done this before, I don’t know what I’m doing. (Then I glanced at the empty chair and asked). Am I going to see you? (Then the words came to my mind) No darlin, there is the veil. So I glanced up toward the ceiling and asked; do you float? I’m not floating. Ok, ok, that was a silly question. Will I feel your hugs? I don’t have a body. Okay Mom, will you show me how I will feel you? At that moment, simultaneously I heard words in my mind and I felt warm! Like really warm in my chest, and the warmness was full of life and energy. I heard my mothers loving voice say; I am a spirit, and I will enter your spirit, and will speak words to your mind.
I sat in that office alone, yet not alone. It was an incredible experience that I hope to never forget”.
Shortly after Lorna passed away I woke up one night really warm in my chest. I threw the covers off. Still really warm. In my mind I tentatively asked “are you here”? The warmth intensified, Lorna was there.
I call these love notes. I have been keeping track of “Love notes” in a journal. I’m at 56 and counting.
Daniel H. Ludlow a professor at the Y in his BYU Education Week Presention in 1998 quoting President Joseph F. Smith: “Our fathers and mothers, brothers sisters and friends who have passed away…may have a mission given them to visit their relatives and friends upon the earth again, bringing…messages of love, of warning, of reproof and instruction to those whom they had learned to love in the flesh.”
In a First Presidency message, he added; “…it is reasonable and consistent to believe that those who have been faithful, who have gone beyond…can see us better than we can see them; that they know us better than we know them…We live in their presence, they see us, they are solicitous for our welfare, they love us now more than ever.”
Elder Charles A. Callis (Apostle 1933 to 1947) added: “We believe that there is consciousness of the spirit in the life hereafter, between death and the resurrection…Death does not congeal the lips of those who go before us; they are not far from us and they help us more than we know.
Some years ago, I read the book “The Message” by Lance Richardson. It felt pretty good to me when I read it. I know now, that it is spot on as to the order of heaven as to how loved ones minister and communicate with us. Ludlows education week presentation, as he quotes statements from apostles and prophets (in addition to my personal experiences) verifies to me what is written in “The Message”. I’ve given a number of copies away in the last 17 months and strongly recommend it to anyone who has lost a loved one.
In our Ward Fast and Testimony meeting in June of 2015 a sister in the ward who has pancreatic cancer bore her testimony. She said they were praying for a miracle. As she said that, immediately into my mind came the words “The miracle in our family was that Lorna died”.
The past 17 months have for me and our family been, for the most part, sweet, tender and sacred. I suppose “bitter sweet” is the right word. Sweetness tinged with sadness. The evidence of Lorna’s presence, love and support is undeniable. We have been introduced to and embraced that “order of heaven” that allows loved ones to minister to those of us left behind. In our case a wife and mother and grandmother.
Our Daughter Calli in a face book post on the one year anniversary of her mothers passing wrote the following:
Sunday August 24th 2014 could have been a day that broke me beyond repair. Growing up and thinking about my mom dying young was a thought I really couldn’t even think it created so much fear and pain in me. On this day a year ago my “normal” was forced to change, I was no longer going to see her pull up in my driveway to come say hi or to take me to lunch. I was no longer going to be able to call and talk to her everyday on the phone, or hug her. I was never going to see her in her beautiful body again.
This new normal hurts sometimes and has taken a lot of courage and faith to be ok with. This day a year ago was not however the last time I have felt my moms love for me, it was not the last time she gave me advice on how to love her grandchildren, it was not the last time she shared beautiful insights with me. It was not the last time she comforted me and made me feel like only your mom can that everything is not only going to be ok but it is going to be great. On this day my mom left her beautiful body behind but she did not leave me. I was just forced to figure out a new normal with her. A new way of communicating with her and a new way of feeling her.
This past year has been one of the most sacred, love filled, learning and growing years of my life. My life is so much more full due to this experience. Full of love and heartbreak, fear and peace, miracles, growth and a gratitude and awe for Gods love of each of us. I’ve realized he can’t force his love on us we have to choose to allow him to love us in all our imperfectness. His love is unending and truly is unchanging. I love you mom.
President Russell M Nelson’s daughter Wendy Nelson Maxfield passed away on January 11, 2019 at the age of 67.
At her funeral service, to her children and grandchildren President Nelson said:
She can minister to you in what I call “parenting through the veil”. She can see us more clearly through the veil than we see her. We cannot forget her. We do not cease to love her. We are sealed to her by eternal ties. She loves us now more than ever. Her desire for our well being will be greater than that which we feel for ourselves. So dear family, stay tuned.
In the previous post I shared Katies experience with her mother after President Butler gave her a blessing. When Katie asked her mother how she would feel her, Katie was told by her mother; “I am a spirit, and I will enter your spirit and will speak words to your mind.” .
Below is an audio clip (4:29) from Katie’s talk recounting this experience at her mothers funeral on Saturday, August 30, 2014.
In Chapter 15 of “The Message” page 112 and 113, Lance observes his grandfather deliver a message to Lance’s dad. “I watched my grandfather walk up to my dad and lean to his ear and say, “Mel, you need to give Lance a blessing today and you have to catch an airplane in twenty minutes”. “I watched as my father suddenly reacted with a start, and looked at his watch.” “Oh boy, he exclaimed I forgot, I am supposed to be catching an airplane in twenty minutes”. …What I had witnessed was a most amazing thing. My father had clearly heard my grandfather’s promptings and instantly reacted. He had not known his father was speaking to him, nor even that the inspiration came from God. But it had.”
Tom Heal, a close friend from the Dallas days who now lives in Provo, told me a few days after Lorna’s funeral; “Lorna came to me a few days before her funeral.” The feeling he had from her was that she was in a state of subdued excitement. In his mind he heard “that for her, it was like being in more than one place at a time.” It seemed to him as though she was going from one friend or loved one to another to see who could hear her. Some time after Tom related this experience to me she returned to Tom. His sense was that she was pleased that he had shared his experience with me.
The prayer of my heart from day one is that as a family, we would have “ears to hear, hearts to feel, and minds to know.”
Lorna has not only spoken words to my mind—frankly, they just seem like normal everyday thoughts—the evidence it was her usually comes after the fact. She has also used music and the lyrics of songs as a means of comfort, and communication of her thoughts and feelings. Especially of her love, support and continued presence.
Page 74 in “The Message” …music is a powerful conductor of the spirit…quite often, when you are moved to tears, it is because the Spirit is intensely present.
A number of my “love notes” have come through songs, often that I’m hearing in my mind as I wake up. I have awakened with about twelve tunes on my mind, a few hymns and other songs/tunes from our generation. A few weeks after the funeral, as I was sitting in Sacrament Meeting with Scott and his family, the hymn chosen for the Sacrament was “I Stand all Amazed”. As the song started tears started flowing. I felt Lorna’s presence as she bore her Witness to me of the Savior through that Song.
In addition to hearing her in my mind, and through songs. A movie and book were also used to bring peace and assurance to me of something I had come to believe.
And, of course loved ones and friends will be used as messengers.
From Cory Jensen a good friend:
Several years ago while riding up the Alpine Loop on my bicycle on a summer morning, a silver SUV passed me with a GIDDYUP license plate on the back. Sure enough when I rounded the corner by Timpooneke, there were Lorna and Katie taking some wedding photos by the brook and the tall pines in the early morning light. I hollered a hello as I rode past.
October 7, 2015 found me riding up the canyon again, this time on a sunny warm fall afternoon. As I approached the same spot, my thoughts drifted to Lorna. At that moment, suddenly, I felt a connection to her. Not that she was present but more that she was aware of my thoughts right then (almost like picking up the phone and calling someone). In my mind, I thanked her for her influence in my life and for the many things she had done for me over the years. In response came, “Keep an eye on Craig. Tell him that I love him.” With that she was gone.
From Elder Richard G. Scott at a BYU Devotional in 2010
“Please pardon me for speaking of my precious wife Jeanene. But we are an eternal family. Although she is on the other side of the veil, that love and appreciation for each other continues to grow and mature. I’m confident that when, in our future I see her again beyond the veil, we will recognize we are more deeply in love. We will appreciate each other even more having spent this time separated by the veil. We will have grown closer together through the loving kindness of the Lord.””
The last 17 months have been a love story for me as we “have grown closer together through the loving kindness of the Lord”.
In September of 2014, a few weeks after Lorna passed away, I was attending a Regional Conference being broadcast to our Stake Center. Elder Russel M. Nelson was the Presiding Authority. As his wife Wendy Nelson was speaking, I heard a baby cry. My immediate thought was: If there were one hundred babies in a room, and their mothers were in another room occupied with a project that required their attentiveness, the mother whose baby cried would hear that cry. The other ninety nine would not.
As quoted in the first post Unexpected Miracle, President Joseph F Smith, of loved ones who have passed: “We live in their presence, they see us, they are solicitous for our welfare, they love us now more than ever”. Elder Charles Callis: “Death does not congeal the lips of those who go before us; they are not far from us and they help us more than we know.”
I believe that the love they have for us is unconditional, and without judgement. They understand the game we are playing and that our opponents are a fallen nature, and a fallen angel.
In The Family, A Proclamation to the World: “Husband and wife have a solemn responsibility to love and care for each other and for their children.”
The passing of a mother or father does not abdicate that responsibility. Nor would they want to be relieved of their primary duty. The most important people in their lives are their families. “…they are solicitous for our welfare, they love us now more than ever”. The word “solicitous” means: full of anxiety and concern, showing hovering attentiveness.
Our oldest son Scott in a dream of his mother in August of 2015. He saw his mother, approached her and gave her a big hug. He was thinking to himself, “I’ve got to hold on tight so she can’t leave”. She pulled her head back, looked him in the eyes, and very matter of factly said “Scott, it’s my job to take care of the family.” With that she was gone.
Our daughter Calli Lewis:
About 6 months after my mom passed away I was in my kitchen listening to the radio. I was fighting feeling sad that I couldn’t call my mom. Then, a song that I had never heard before started playing. The song was Never Alone by Jesse Bonano.
As soon as I heard the first phrase tears started pouring down my cheeks. As I sat and listened to the words of this song I realized that I had been uttering a silent, pleading prayer that I was unaware of. When the lyric stated “When the courage you needed has been all but defeated in you” I realized that my fighting will to hold on to her was fading and I was scared; scared that what I was believing was wrong and that what I had heard over and over again–”You can feel them for a minute but eventually the veil closes and they go away”—was true. I was holding on so tight, and it had taken so much courage, almost like I hadn’t fully exhaled since she had passed, for fear it would all slip away. This song answered all of my unspoken fears.
The next morning as I woke up I heard her voice in my mind say over and over again “I am not dead, I am not gone”.
Mothers hear their babies’ cries. So do Fathers.
Don Coplin, a very dear friend:
…I share some experiences that, while unique to me, perhaps shouldn’t be to any of us willing to allow such experiences.
The last few years have been challenging in many ways. I have dealt with financial, health, and family issues with no let up nor any light at the end of the tunnel. They each wax and wane occasionally in severity but continue on. Ever the optimist, I have mostly put on my “game” face and slogged on thru repeated assaults on my patience, trusting in the Lord and striving to find new ways of overcoming my particular difficulties.
During one of my darkest moments of hopelessness, I was driving to meet with a Doctor who was going to administer a trial procedure to address one of my health issues. I was feeling rather down and was silently praying for some direction in which I could have confidence. I began to feel very warm inside my chest and was overcome with a sense of emotion I had never experienced before. I began sobbing and realized that there was a “presence” in my truck with me. I knew that it was my Father who had passed away 19 years ago. I continued to sob and finally got the courage to speak. I said, “Where have you been? I have missed you so much”! I heard my Father say to me, “Don, I am always with you, everything is going to be okay”. I continued to cry to him and began to ask about my health, financial and family difficulties. Before I could form the sentences, he spoke again saying, with emphasis, “EVERYTHING, will be okay!”
An incredible calm came over me at that point. We continued on in silence and then his presence began to fade. The love I felt, the caring I felt, were indescribable. Never have I felt such a feeling.
I have also come to recognize the many times in the past when he guided me without my realizing his influence.
I have come to believe that when we think of them, somehow they know it. Sometimes when we think of them, it is because they are thinking of us and want us to remember them.
In my first post Unexpected Miracle I mentioned that I have received, to date, 57 Love Notes from Lorna. The first—and probably most important— was “Please, don’t forget me”.
In the first post “Unexpected Miracle” I wrote about the evidence of Lorna’s presence in my life and the lives of our family. It has been 19 months since she passed away, She is still present.
I wrote that I call these evidences “love notes”.
In the post “I will speak words to your mind” I mentioned music, and that music is a powerful conductor of the spirit. In this article, I will share a few of the songs and lyrics that have come into my mind that have answered my questions and brought me peace and comfort.
Usually, just as I am waking up, I become aware of a verse, or part of a verse, from a tune playing over and over in my mind.
One of my first concerns after Lorna was gone, (and it was a genuine concern), was “will Lorna still want me?” Will she be there waiting for me when I return. For whatever the reason, rational or not, it was a concern.
Three or four weeks after Lorna had passed away, as I’m waking up, a verse from the song “Have I told you lately” by Rod Stewart was repeating over and over in in my mind. “Have I told you lately that I love you”, (I thought the next verse was, have I told you that I care). I finally realized what was happening and got up and googled the song.
I had the first verse right but not the second, and no clue as to the rest of the song. “Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you their is no one above you…there is a love thats devine and its yours and it’s mine…”
That song was a great conductor of the spirit. I know Lorna will be there waiting for me.
In Katies’ blessing from President Butler, she was told that it was her mothers time to go, but that she was given a choice, she could have chosen to stay. As I was thinking about our life together, (almost 42 years) I wondered if it was a hard decision to leave. Soon after, as I’m waking up on morning, “We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun” was in my mind, once again going over and over. Thats all I knew, no idea who sang it, or what the song was about. I googled “We had joy, we had fun” and learned it’s a song by Terry Jacks.
“Goodbye to you my trusted friend, we’ve known each other since we were nine or ten, together we’ve climbed hills and trees, learned of love and abc’s, skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it’s hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky, now that spring is in the air, pretty girls everywhere, think of me and I’ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun we had seasons in he sun but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time…”
Again, answered a question, brought comfort and peace.
As I think of her, sometimes I will say in my mind or out loud, “Love you Lorna” and I remember saying one day “I hope that puts a smile on your face.” A Short time later, over and over as I’m waking up a line from a Bobby Vinton song “I love how you love me“.
The other non hymns: Whitney Houston: “I will always love you“. “Unchained Melody” by the Righteous Brothers. “Let it be Me” by the Everly Brothers. “Kiss me Goodbye” by Petula Clark.
The miracle to me in all of this: I never listened to the music of my generation. I never bought a record, I didn’t listen to the radio stations that played the music of my generation. I didn’t watch “American Bandstand” with Dick Clark. If I listened to the radio, I would listen to “elevator music”. I didn’t know who Rod Stewart was, who Terry Jacks was. I didn’t know the Righteous Brothers or the Everly Brothers or what they sang. Didn’t know Bobby Vinton. I knew of the Whitney Houston song because of the movie “Bodyguard” and I had a recollection of Petula Clark but couldn’t have told you about her music.
With each of those songs, I would wake up with a few words from a verse, and the tune in my mind. I would have to google (thank goodness for google) the words I was hearing and the song would magically appear and I could listen to it in its entirety. I was always moved to tears and felt the intensity of the Love that Lorna has for me. I have these songs on a playlist (didn’t know what was 19 months ago) in my phone and listen to them often. I always picture Lorna singing them to me.
The last week of Lorna’s life was a downword freefall compared to the preceding 4 months. On Wednesday after being in Salt Lake for some therapy in the morning, she was unable to get out of the car and walk into the house. We decided to go to Utah Valley Medical Center. We were there until Friday evening as they conducted various tests and procedures. Before checking out, I found the Doctor and asked him to “just tell me” what the science was telling him. He replied that the tumor was growing, there were extensive blood clots in both lungs and she wouldn’t see 2015.
Lorna woke up the next morning, Saturday, with severe anxiety as she was having difficulty breathing. We rushed to the American Fork Hospital Emergency Room, where they put her on oxygen and an IV drip with a little morphine. It calmed her down immediately. Up to that point, 4 ibuprofen twice a day had taken care of any pain or discomfort.
I figured we would be there a few hours then go home. I’m not sure when I realized that was not going to happen.
The only family member not there on Saturday was Katie. She lives in Kentucky with her husband and children. She was checking in for updates every few hours.
Late in the day Saturday, as Lorna’s condition continued to worsen, we suggested Katie get to Utah asap. Katie flew all night arriving in Salt Lake about 10:30 am. Calli picked her up at the Airport and they got to the hospital at 11:15. Katie was able to tell her Mother goodbye and how much she loved her. Lorna died a few minutes later at 11:30 am, Sunday, August 24, 2014.
Monday found us taking care of funeral arrangements, which included a visit to the Alpine City Cemetery. Scott went to the sextons office and picked up a plot map of available grave sites. We were somewhat disappointed with the location of the sites on the map he was given, they were all located in just one section of the cemetery. We wondered if there were other plots available in some of the other sections. Scott told us that the cities cemetery sexton had retired 2 months previous and it was the new sextons first day. The person who had been handling cemetery matters while the city was looking for a replacement was not there when he stopped in. He said he would go in Tuesday and see if that person knew of other avaliable plot’s in the Cemetery.
Tuesday morning Katies husband and boys flew in from Kentucky. While playing with her boys at the house she heard in her mind “Go to the cemetery office now!” She asked her husband Clint to watch the boys as she headed to the cemetery office.
When Katie walked into the sextons office, the new sexton was there as was another person. Katie explained that her mother had died Sunday, that her brother Scott had picked up a plot map on Monday and wondered if there were any plots available other than on the map Scott had been given. The other person got on the computer and printed out a different map than the one Scott was given the day before. She gave Katie a map of “cemetery plot buy backs”. The available sites on that map were scattered here and there throughout all the different sections of the cemetery. The new sexton replied “I didn’t even know about those”. The other person in the sextons office that morning? Annalisa Beck, the sexton that had retired 2 months previous. She was on her way to Lake Powell for Labor Day weekend and decided to stop in and see if the new sexton had any questions before she left town 🙂
For years Lorna and I had taken walks in the cemetery. We would park at the Military Monuments, then head north past a peaceful, somewhat secluded section of the cemetery. There were some buy back plots in that section. Lorna’s buried there, in that peaceful, somewhat secluded section, located in the very Northeast corner of the Alpine City Cemetery.
As for the Headstone
We moved into the house on Matterhorn Dr in 2005. Lorna found out from a friend, Kit Lund, that you could get a permit to go into the Unitah mountains and get landscape rocks for your yard. For the next 8 or 9 years she sent me to the mountains to get rocks. At least 50 times up and down that mountain road getting rocks for us as well as friends.
It was a given then, that for Lorna’s headstone we would go to the mountains and hopefully find a suitable marker.
Four of us went to the Unitahs to find a headstone. Don Coplin (who had been with me on most of my trips up the mountain) Conrad Gottfredson who loved to go “harvest rocks” for his yard, Darren Hartvigsen who had never been but always wanted to go and me.
I had the dimensions from the cemetery sexton for a two person upright headstone. Up to 78 inches long, 36 inches tall and 24 inches wide.
I knew where some possible headstone rocks were. We stopped and measured a couple of times but the rocks were to big or not big enough. About a quarter of a mile from where we would usually turn around, the road narrows.
There, on the side of the road, was a large flat rock.
We stopped, we measured: 78 inches long, 38 inches tall (I knew we would lose a couple of inches of height when it was set in its base) and 12 inches wide. Perfect, it was perfect.
15 minutes later it was on the trailer and we were heading to Heber City for our traditional burger, malt and fries 🙂
Don, Conrad and I have been up and down that road many, many, times over the years. We had been up there earlier in the summer for some rocks for Conrads yard. On that trip we had gone past that narrow spot where this rock was laying twice. On the way up and on the way down. We can say with certainty, that rock wasn’t there on that earlier trip up the mountain. But somehow, it was there that morning. Right next to the road. In plain sight. As though someone wanted us to find it.
The first three questions I want answered when my time comes to pass through the veil. Number one; tell me about big foot. Number two; where were Book of Mormon lands really? And, number three; how did you get that rock. Right next to the road. In plain sight. So we couldn’t miss it? That may even become my first question.
The following is a post written by Craig and Lorna’s daughter, Calli. It first appeared on her personal blog CalliLewis.me.
Today marks two years.…I have thought a lot about how to describe the last two years. First off I decided to make a pros and a cons list.
Cons: I don’t get to interact with her physically.
Pros: My mom isn’t in the proverbial pit with me, its not the blind leading the blind, she can see much more than I can.
Immediately following my moms death I remember feeling an urgency from her, an urgency for myself and my siblings to not begin the journey of forgetting her and learning how to live life without her. We had a family group text and I felt like she was using that as an example. “Keep me in the loop as if I was still a part of and responding to the family group text.” Shortly after this experience I was talking to one of my friends who does a lot of meditating. She mentioned that my mom had shown up during her meditation the Saturday night preceding my moms passing. My mom wanted to make sure that in case I wouldn’t be able to hear her after she passed she would have a way to communicate with me.
If I could wave a magic wand and have my mom come back to life I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t do it because I believe that this was the plan for my family from the beginning. I want what I think everyone wants—I want to feel happy, I want to love and be loved. I know that having my mom on the other side of this crazy earth experience increases my ability to experience both joy and love ten fold.
When it comes to my relationship with my mom, I do not focus on how long it is going to be before I see her again. I keep her alive. Keeping her alive in my world is an act of presence, faith, and courage. There were moments soon after my moms passing where I thought it might be easier if I would just start focusing on forgetting her rather than keeping her alive. Meaning believing that I will see her when I die but until then I need to get on with my life as if she were gone. I could honestly just be a certifiable crazy person who has an imaginary friend in the form of my mom, they say death can do crazy things to people.
I don’t believe I am crazy, perhaps the crazy idea is that we are supposed to shut ourselves off to the people who have preceded us in death.
My journey of figuring out what Gods role is in my life, is exactly that—a journey. Growing up I believed that if I followed a certain list of instructions God would then grant me my desires. I don’t believe that anymore. I believe that I sat down with Heavenly parents before I came to this earth and mapped out my life. I chose what I wanted to experience here. It is how I explain the idea “why do bad things happen to good people” “If there was really a God who loved us he wouldn’t let such horrible things happen.” Because God loves us he lets “horrible” things happen. He didn’t send us down here alone. He sent us down here together. I believe we’re all going back, regardless of what we did and didn’t do. We came here for experience, not to prove ourselves worthy of something we already are and have. Gods love for me cannot increase OR decrease so why would I spend all of my time trying to become worthy of a love that cannot change. I believe that God allows me the opportunity to experience the things I desired to experience. That looks like not saving my mom from cancer, not preventing me from being hurt and feeling alone or afraid or any of the other things we pray for deliverance from. We set our lives in motion by coming here. God is not withholding anything from us. He provides us with his Grace. His unending, unearned, unchanging love. Which in turn allows us the opportunity to experience things without being totally crippled by them. I love the children’s book The Little Soul & The Sun by Neale Donald Walsch. Again we are all in this together including those of us on this side of the veil and those of us on the other.
My mom is still here with me, she will always be here with me helping me learn and grow and experience more joy and more love everyday. It’s like having a cheat sheet for a test. I am constantly asking her questions. The answers come in all sorts of ways—through music, through thoughts in my head as soon as I wake up, through dreams, through pictures in my mind, through words in my mind. It is a language we all speak, we just have to remember how to speak it. We can only put our energy in so many places. What we water grows. My thoughts are the water. I have spent a lot of time watering my relationship with Heaven. Consequently my relationship with my mom has grown, it is strong and it is thriving.
God is so good. Life really is so very beautiful.
Lorna’s funeral was held on August 30th 2014 at the Alpine West Stake Center.
Bishop Michael Gillispie and I can tell you that Lorna was very much involved in the planning of her service from the opening hymn to the closing hymn. She wanted those in attendance to “know what she knew” as she moved on for the rest of her second estate experience on the other side of the veil.
Opening Hymn: Our Saviors Love
Musical number sung by her Grandchildren: I Feel My Saviors Love
Musical number sung by some dear friends: Oh Lord, My Redeemer
Closing Hymn: I Know That My Redeemer Lives
On Sunday the 9th of June 2013 The Alpine West Stake was convened for Stake Conference. A special Stake Conference. President Conrad Gottfredson was to be released and a new Stake President was to be Sustained. At 10:30 am soon after Blaine Butler was sustained as our new Stake President Lorna wrote the following in the note section of her phone:
“God is our Father in Heaven. I know God lives. I know that somehow He knows who I am. He knows my weaknesses, my strengths; my successes, my failures and He doesn’t keep score.
I know Jesus Christ is my Savior. He is my advocate with the Father. I have a testimony of His atoning sacrifice. I have experienced both the redeeming and enabling power of the Atonement.
I know Joseph Smith was a prophet and restored the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I know Thomas S. Monson is our Prophet today.
I have a testimony of the Temple and the power it has to change and mold our character when we attend regularly”.
Katie found this in Lorna’s phone the day after her funeral. It wasn’t rehearsed. Lorna wasn’t preparing for a lesson or a talk. She didn’t share it with anybody.
It’s what Lorna knew that Sunday morning, June 9, 2013.
She used Hymns to share that Testimony, and Witness of the Savior during her funeral service that beautiful Summer morning.
There was one musical number that was not Christ Centered—Homeward Bound—It was sung by Jason Baumgartner. Lorna had accompanied Jason in several musical numbers throughout the years.
In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed
When the sparrows stop their singing
And the sky is clear and red
When the summers ceased it gleaming
When the corn is past it’s prime
When adventure’s lost its meaning-
I’ll be homeward bound in time
Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow
If you find it’s me your missing
If your hoping I’ll return,
To your thoughts I’ll soon be listening,
And in the road I’ll stop and turn
Then the wind will set me racing
As my journey nears it’s end
And the path I’ll be retracing
When I’m homeward bound again
Bind me not to the pasture
Chain me not to the plow
Set me free to find my calling
And I’ll return to you somehow
In the quiet misty morning
When the moon has gone to bed
When the sparrows stop their singing
I’ll be homeward bound again.
We chose to not “bind her to the pasture” or “chain her to the plow”. We chose to “set her free to find her calling” so she could “return to us somehow”.
By virtue of the enabling power of the Saviors Atonement, that choice has brought us presence and peace.
President Russel M Nelsons daughter Wendy Nelson Maxfield passed away on January 11, 2019 at the age of 67.
At her funeral service, to her children and grandchildren, President Nelson said: “She can minister to you in what I call ‘parenting through the veil’. She can see us more clearly through the veil than we see her. We cannot forget her. We do not cease to love her. We are sealed to her by eternal ties. She loves us now more than ever. Her desire for our well being will be even greater than that which we feel ourselves. So, dear family, stay tuned.”
I call the evidence of parenting through the veil: “fingerprints.”
In the four and a half years since Lorna passed away her fingerprints are still ever present in the lives of her family and friends.
The sunday morning Lorna passed away, before Calli even left the hospital, she felt an urgency from her mother that we not forget her. “Don’t forget me, I can do things from here. “In a blessing from our Stake President, Kurt was told that his mothers ability to bless her family was now “uninhibited.”
We have have not forgotten her, we have not ceased to love her, we have “stayed tuned”.
Sunday March 19, 2017.
John Anderson, a good friend, (he sang in the quartet at Lorna’s funeral) sees me at church. He starts telling me about a lady that works for him, Allyson (fingerprints). She’s 44, never been married and is like “wonder women”. She takes good care of herself and is true and faithful in the Church. I’m not sure why he is telling me about a woman who is 44 (I was almost 69). Then he said “and I know she has dated men in their 50’s.” I then realized he was telling me about Allyson to see if I would like to meet her. I said, “John, how old do you think I am?” He replied “I don’t know, 56?” I said ‘No”, he then said “54” I said nooo. He asked if he was going the wrong direction, I said yes. He then said “Well, you couldn’t be over 60”. (I should have said “John, your my new best friend!”) Instead I said, John, I’m almost, not quite, but almost, twenty five years older than she is! Not an option for me.
However, as John was telling me about Allyson, I’m thinking of Scott Lindeman (fingerprints) a friend whose wife Cindi passed away the day before (March 18th). My thought was when Scott was ready start meeting people, I would tell him about Allyson.
Cindi’s funeral was held on Saturday March 25th.
Friday, March 31st, I call Scott to see if he would like to go to dinner. (fingerprints)
During dinner Scott mentions that our Stake President, Buzz Butler, stopped by the day before to visit with him and his family. Scott was the only one home. President Butler offered to give him a blessing. Because Scott was there alone he told Scott he could record the blessing (something he virtually never allows) (fingerprints). Scott was very grateful to have a word for word account of the blessing President Butler had given him. He had listened to it 3 or 4 times and already transcribed it.
I asked him what he was told. He mentioned a few things, then he paraphrased this statement from the blessing: “She (Cindi) will be a guiding force in bringing unto you a women who will be her sister, who she (Cindi) knows very well. You’ll need not seek it necessarily, but allow your heart and mind to be open to it. She will be pleasing to your children and they will accept her readily. She’ll have a familiarity of spirit, not only to you, but to your children and grandchildren”
I immediately start hearing “tell Scott about John’s friend” (fingerprints). I’m thinking, “it’s too soon” (thirteen days). Tell Scott about John’s friend. The words are getting louder. Tell Scott about John’s friend! (footprints!). With a little reticence, I bring up John’s friend and tell Scott the little bit I knew about her.
Scott, for obvious reasons, showed very little interest. I told him I would call John and find out more about her.
After dinner, I called John. I shared what John told me with Scott. Scott wanted to talk with John. After visiting with Scott, John called Allyson, and told her about Scott. She told John she would be willing to meet him for lunch. John shared that with me. I called Scott, told him she was willing to meet for lunch and gave him her phone number.
When they met for lunch a few weeks later, they talked for three and a half hours. (fingerprints)
They were married in December, eight and half months later. (fingerprints, footprints and tire tracks!)
At the wedding luncheon, Scott and Allyson asked John and me to share our part of their story.
I mentioned that this story involved five people. Scott, Allyson, John, me and Cindi. I knew John and Scott. John knew Allyson and me. Cindi knew all of us. John mentioned that when Allyson applied for the job to work for him, she wasn’t a good “match” for the person he was looking for. However, he felt it was important that she be hired. He now knew why he hired her (fingerprints).
There really are not many coincidences.
Allyson was asked to speak in the Alpine West Stake Conference, the Sunday Session, January 13, 2019. As you read her remarks, pay attention to the dates.
Being Faithful In Christ
Stake Conference, Alpine West Stake
January 13, 2019
Mar 24, 2017, 9pm: I got in my car and drove to a Wal-Mart parking lot. I pulled under a lamp post and turned off the car. It was my 44th birthday. I sat for a few moments and then bowed my head and began to pray and plead with the Lord for guidance. I had prayed many times before, but this time it was different. The deepest desire of my heart was to be a wife and mother. I cried and poured my heart out to the Lord. I asked, “Lord. What? What more do I need to do? I have searched and waited for 26 years. I have gone to all the dances, FHE’s, and single’s conferences, never finding someone I would like to spend eternity with… I don’t know what else to do. Time is passing me by. As I sat there in the dark, I knew that another birthday represented one more year that had slipped away.
After quite some time, feeling spent, and that the Lord needed me to learn greater patience, I prepared to go home. At that moment, I received a text from my sister, which read, ”I wish we could see the bigger picture right now, because I know Heavenly Father has your best interest and your happiness in mind, even though nothing has gone how any of us thought it would. It will all work out in the end! …Good things are coming.” Humbled and grateful, I thanked her for unknowingly being a comforting answer to my prayer that night.
I’ve been asked to talk about Being Faithful in Christ, and to share some of my experiences about being single for 44 years, and about a very special family who changed the course of my life. I share these thoughts, realizing that there are far greater trials than this out there, undoubtedly even in this congregation today.
Each of us goes through heartbreaks and challenges over the course of our lives. There are so many ways in which we are tried. My experience and observation is that those challenges are fitted specifically for us–and they may test us to a degree that is much greater than we desire. Will we remain faithful, or will we falter? Will we draw closer to God, or turn from Him? Often the clarity, the mercy, and the blessings of those trials are not evident until after we pass thru them, and the hardest times are in the midst of challenges for which no end seems in sight, and which we do not know how to solve or escape.
I think this quote it really insightful – Neil L. Anderson, “These fiery trials are designed to make you stronger, but they have the potential to diminish your trust in the Son of God and to weaken your resolve to keep your promises to Him. These trials are often camouflaged, making them difficult to identify. They take root in our weaknesses, our vulnerabilities, our sensitivities, or in those things that matter most to us.”
In the process of sharing my experiences I hope you will feel the emotion, the pain, the sweetness and ultimate mercy of the Lord. In the process, I hope your testimony of Heavenly Father’s Plan of Salvation–of the sealing power–and of Angels, will be strengthened, because I have witnessed them firsthand. And I hope you will see that my trial, and your trials are the very experiences that strengthen your faith and make us great.
After my mission, the dating years began to pile up. I dated lots of good guys, but it never felt right. More blind dates, more firesides, and hundreds of singles dances until it got to the point where I had to will myself to go to the next dance. I would get all dressed up, drive to the dance, and then talk myself into getting out of the car and going in. Maybe tonight would be the night that I meet him.
The events were fun, but I often drove home feeling empty. Although I found joy in serving in the church and spending time with family, with each passing year, and particularly as I reached my 40th birthday, I felt the anticipated joy of having a husband and children slip away. I resigned myself to living single for the rest of my life.
Let me tell you about a beautiful woman whom I have never met — but whom I love — and who I know loves me. Cindi Lindeman grew up in NY, 15 minutes from her future husband, Scott. They had 6 children, 5 grandchildren, and were married 28 years when she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She was beautiful and strong. Her great desire was to be with her family and love her grand-babies.
Even as the cancer progressed, Cindi was never interested in talking about what she wanted Scott to do in the event she was not healed–she was totally focused on getting well and loving her family. However, less than a month before she passed away, she and Scott were still awake one night at 2 am as they dealt with the pain and hardships of her illness. It had been a very sacred day, her college kids had come home to love her and be with her. The Spirit was very strong. Late that night she turned to Scott and said, “I told the kids today you could marry a woman in her 40’s who had never been married. Then she looked him in the eye and calmly and lovingly said, “Don’t worry …I will help you …and I won’t make you wait long.”
She battled her cancer and the accompanying chemotherapy, bone pain, nausea, exhaustion, and so many other miseries and indignities…with a grace and power that was breathtaking for her family to witness firsthand. At one particularly hard time, Scott asked Cindi in the middle of the night, “Do you think we signed up for this in the pre-existence? She smiled and said “Heck no, I can do hard things—but this is ridiculous!”
After a 2-year battle with cancer she passed away quietly in her home with her family and angels all around.
The day after Cindi passed away, the wheels were set in motion. It was the same week I was pouring my heart out to Heavenly Father. A member of our stake thought to line me up with a friend of his. However, this friend thought of his own friend Scott instead, as the age was more appropriate.
There were powerful witnesses, events and assurances that made it obvious that Angels were clearing the way. At one point, after some very unique and very sacred experiences, Scott looked to the sky with a big smile on his face and gratitude in his heart, and said to Cindi, “Ok, now you’re just showing off :)”
One such experience happened the morning after I first learned about Scott. I was at the gym. Within minutes, a lady began working out next to me. She reached over, touched me on the shoulder and said, “Hi”. She began to talk. Soon, I knew all about her life. Then she asked if I had ever been married. I told her “No”. She stated very matter of factly, “You need to marry a man whose wife has passed away”. I stared at her and asked, “What did you say?” She continued, “A man in that situation isn’t separated from his wife because they got divorced. They were good to each other, meaning he’s a good man, with all the right qualities that you need. If he loved her, he will love you, as well.” She left, leaving me to ponder a statement someone had said to me once: “A coincidence is a miracle in which the Lord chooses to remain anonymous.”
Gradually I got to know Scott and learned about Cindi and their family, and what they were going through. The more I got to know him the more I felt the peaceful reassurance that I knew I would, when it was right. It was a feeling of, “Oh…there you are. It’s you. I’ve been waiting for you.” As he would drop me off at the end of our dates I would watch his tail lights in the window and pray that Heavenly Father would grant me this blessing. It was such an easy “Yes”. Through the flood of assurances, and special witnesses, I began to see that Heavenly Father had a plan for my life all along, I just hadn’t been able to see it.
For me, that Plan required time. That time is one of the things that made the trial so difficult for me. But now I see the bigger picture. That time was so sacred and precious to Scott & Cindi.
I look forward to the day when I meet Cindi. I will embrace her and express my deep gratitude for creating such a beautiful family, and for inviting me to be a part of it. And (in the spiritual sense) for walking arm in arm with me, as I now join this family for the last leg of this trip we call life. I pray that she is always near.
My trial was to wait – to continue stepping into the darkness, not knowing what the outcome would be. Through those years I did my best to be where I was supposed to be and to remain faithful. This process was to make me strong and humble until my prayers could be answered. Instead of walking in the dark, I eventually learned to trust Him and walk with him day by day.
President Eyring teaches, “To wait upon the Lord is not a passive act. The help of heaven requires working past the point of fatigue so far that only the meek and lowly will keep going long enough. The Lord doesn’t put us through this test just to give us a grade; he does it because the process will change us and make us the children of God we need to become”
Christ has suffered more than any of us, and He knows the intensity of our afflictions. There is no suffering we have that He did not undergo in Gethsemane and on Calvary. That is why He understands and can help us.
Carlos H Amado explains, “We limit our vision to the events that happen in this life with the greatest emphasis being placed on the present. Only when we fix our gaze on the heavenly things do we begin to understand the eternities. Only with the help of Christ can we fully overcome trials.” — Overcoming Adversity
I think most of us have lived long enough to realize we will always have challenges. And we need to learn to find meaning, joy and happiness in our lives—even in the midst of those challenges.
Each of our stories is different, but the principles are the same. Keep moving forward, strive to be faithful and be what He needs us to be, and we will look back and realize there was a plan. We will see tremendous growth, we will know why it was the right path for us. And we will see that our greatest trials laid the foundation for our greatest blessings.
I am eternally grateful for Scott. He is a merciful blessing to me. He is my sweetheart and my friend. I look at all he and Cindi were able to accomplish in raising 6 beautiful children to embrace the gospel and be such good kids. I feel that Cindi has asked me to take the baton and continue on with what she started- including, 3 awesome in-laws, and soon to be, 8 adorable grandchildren.
Marriage is trying to make each day so much sweeter than the last. Enjoy the little things. Don’t make such a big deal out of things – let them go. Don’t criticize, appreciate each other. Most things don’t matter. And even though I am pretty inexperienced in this new role, I pray my new family will have patience with me and that we will all have patience and love for each other as we go on to eternity.
I testify that our Heavenly Father is aware of us, and loves us beyond our Capacity to understand. Remember the Lord’s comforting promise to you and me in our trials of faith: “Hold on…, fear not…, for God shall be with you forever and ever.” Of this I bear my witness in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen