This week has been super hard for everyone in my seminary class and a ton of other people as well. In December one of our teachers found out he had brain cancer. He stopped teaching us and we got a new teacher, with hopes that someday he might be able to come back and teach. On Monday night this week he passed away. Tuesday morning we had a lesson on the Plan of Salvation, which should've been a clue that something was going on since we should have been studying something from the D&C which was a little different. We talked about how the plan is like a 3 act play... and then our teacher told us that Brother Halverson was in the third act of his play. We all sat for a second trying to comprehend what had just been said, and then we all cried.
We learned that the funeral would be on Friday afternoon and that Sister Halverson had asked for our class to sing. We chose to sing Each Life that Touches Ours For Good. This is where the hardest thing I've ever done came in... Sister Dance was helping us figure out how to sing the song, and asked us to try our hardest to not show any emotion until after we sang so that we could actually get the song out there. We were after the Life Sketch, so near the very beginning of the program. You'd think this would help. It was so hard to show no emotion at all as his family came in with the casket. Then we had to sing I Know that my Redeemer Lives (also hard to do without crying) and go through the opening prayer. We sang our song, and then went back to our seats (which were on the stand... thanks bishop doty). We all lost it at this point. Although this was the 4th funeral I've been to, this one was a lot harder for me and I think it's fairly safe to say that this was the hardest thing i've done so far in my life.
2 comments:
Oh Marce...
I am sorry to hear of this. It's at times like this when we have to understand God sees more than we do, and must have a VERY important work for him to do on the other side.
Take care little sister.
Love,
Joanne
Funerals are SO hard. Eliza's primary teacher from last year passed away last summer. She and I went to the funeral and cried together. I am SO sorry to hear of your experience. We're thinking of you and love you!
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