Thirty six years ago today - about 10:00 am, my brother Mark and three of his friends died in an airplane crash in southeastern Idaho, in the hills above his home. It seems so long ago, but I remember it as if it were yesterday.
Our Heavenly Father held my hand that day. At the exact time the telephone rang bringing me the awful news of the crash, Helen and Bonny sent Michael to the door to see if I was home. It was Kevin's birthday, but they were bringing Doug a birthday card, and when they came into the house, there I was lying on the floor crying uncontrollably. They helped me get things together-Helen called Steven, who was at work, I went across the street to tell my brother Ronald, Helen and Bonny took the kids, Doug, Gregg and Tarali, who was just over 1 year old. We left that day for Idaho. I don't know what I would have done without my other family, and their help.
What a hard, sad time in my life, but also a time that I was able to feel comfort and to know the Lord was near.
