A family in our ward just lost their daughter to leukemia at 20 years old. She has been fighting for about two years. She went peacefully, with no pain(in the end). She was able to see her brother come home from his mission two weeks ago. I am heartbroken for this family. As a mom myself I can't imagine losing a daughter. To watch her suffer for so long and fight so hard. I know that she is happy now, and not sick anymore. I know she is no longer tied to a hospital bed, but running like she loved. But it's still sad. And it makes me realize how much I have to cherish every day. Even the teething days, or the missed nap days, or the up three times in the night days. My son is the greatest gift I have been given. Since we never know what is going to happen or when, I'm going to rock my little guy a little longer tonight. I'll squeeze him tighter and kiss him more. I'll thank the Lord for him more often and soak up every gummy grin. Curse you Red Robot, but thanks for reminding me how precious life is.
