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Sealings and Tears and Happiness

I went to Seattle this past weekend.
It's been years.
Last time I went, it was with them.
So many memories...

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One of my best of friends got sealed to the love of her life. It was wonderful, being there, with her, and him, and with friends and family.

Two weeks ago, I went to my trainer's wedding sealing. They got married early in the morning. It was wonderful, being there, with her, and him, and with friends and family.

In three more weeks, I will go to my closest companion's wedding sealing. It will be wonderful, being there, with her, and him, and with friends and family.

While I'm there, in the sealing room, I tear up. Most people may think it's because I'm so happy for these guys. That is true! I am so ridiculously happy.
But, I also can't help but think...

My parents won't be there.
Will it still be wonderful, being there, with me, and him, and friends and family?
But not with them?

If I get sealed, they won't physically be there. And that is hard. Really hard.
And so, I cry.
I just let the tears flow.

But as I'm sitting there in that sealing room, I realize.
This is what it's all about.

My family is all good. They are secure. They are happy.
And thank goodness for saving ordinances.
Or else, where would I be?

Matthew 16:19-
"And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven."

Happiness is not meant to only be temporal.


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  1. Jensen, I can assure you that they WILL be there when that special day comes. Just not in a physical body. My siblings and I were/are very close to my maternal grandfather. He passed away before two of my siblings had the chance to get married. They were both saddened that he would not be there for their special days. When those days came, we were all in tears sitting in the sealing room... as you said, part of that was because of our happiness for the beautiful couple and their covenants, but part of our tears were because we could feel our grandfather's presence. We didn't see him, but our grandmother did, and she confirmed the location of where we all felt he had been standing. Right next to the witness chair. I can't imagine that it would be any different with your family. They wouldn't miss your wedding, or Ian's. They'll be there.

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  2. Grief mixed with faith and hope, the most soulful tears I know.

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