A week ago we received the phone call that Luke's father had passed away unexpectedly. There aren't words to express our sense of loss and sadness, but as I've spoken with people, I've been amazed at how much death has touched every one of us. The first two days were the worst - I discovered that grief is very much a physical pain - to be "heartbroken" is not a misnomer.
Church today was a very tender experience, and I am grateful for the Savior's Atonement and the knowledge that His sacrifice for all mankind allows Him to succor both those who move ahead beyond this earthly veil and those of us who stay behind. We've also become even more grateful for the principle of the Resurrection; Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays, and this year it will be especially poignant. I know that Robert Peterson still lives just as well as I know that my Savior lives.
Luke is in Utah now with his family, and very pregnant me is staying busy with Laurel. The outpouring of support from friends and family has been so humbling as they have truly mourned with us. God bless all of you!