Vicky Day

Thirteen years ago, my sister Vicky was called home right before Christmas. Being a part of her life was one of the greatest gifts I could have asked for.

Since her passing, I've learned that grieving isn't something that you go through once for someone. Grief needs to be revisited from time to time. Sometimes grief can even catch you off guard when you hear or see something that reminds you of your lost loved one.

In October 2012, Elder Bowen put words to what I had already felt, "Sometimes people will ask, 'How long did it take you to get over it?' The truth is, you will never completely get over it until you are together once again with your departed loved ones. [We] will never have a fulness of joy until we are reunited in the morning of the First Resurrection."

Sometimes when Vicky is on my mind (whether peacefully or grievously), I write her letters, poems, or stories. Sometimes I incorporate her memory into school projects. Sometimes I tell my husband and children stories about her. When I do this, I find more lessons from her life. I grow more and realize her gifts to me and my family are endless.

This is a picture that always brings a smile to my face. Vicky and I decided to switch our outfits (and you can hardly tell; she's so small); it just shows the kind of fun-loving person she was. Love you Vicky. Save me a spot up there.

Thanks for letting me share my thoughts. Merry Christmas.

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