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.
5 comments:
I always hate that I don't have memories with him or Grandma and Grandpa. 3 people I can't wait to see again in heaven. What a handsome guy!
Thanks Missy-I feel the same way, wishing Richard and Angie would have know them too...
It is wonderful to know that we will get know them in the future. Thanks mom for sharing you memories.
How tragic for you and your family. He looks so handsome in that picture.
What would we do without the gospel to know that we can see him again!
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