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She Means Well

We had a very dear friend pass away a couple of weeks ago.  We took the opportunity to have a family home evening lesson on the Plan of Salvation.  We have been talking about it off and on since then as well as talking about Grandma Sherrie and Grandpa Smith who have passed away.  We have had some good discussions and I am grateful for the knowledge of an afterlife that I have that I can share with my children.  It brings peace and comfort knowing we will see loved ones again. 

My sweet, innocent five year old, Sarah, has made this statement twice since the fhe lesson, "I wish Taylor would die so he wouldn't be sick any more, he wouldn't have diabetes and he wouldn't be allergic to peanuts."  Fortunately, Taylor has a sense of humor and probably has an understanding of where she is coming from.  We had a good chuckle the first time she said it.   I made sure Taylor was ok with hearing her say it.  He had his wonderful smirk on his face when I glanced at him so I know it was ok to laugh out loud.  When she said it again today--in front of Taylor of course.  I told her that we would miss Taylor very much.  Her response, "But he will come back to life again soon!"  While she does have a point and I believe her heart is in a place of wanting to relieve his suffering and not of getting rid of him, I will definitely do whatever it takes to keep that boy alive!

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