I don't think words can express the loss I feel at the passing of my sister. I am not good at this thing called death. I never know what to say. I never know if I can give enough or adequate comfort. Sara was the oldest of us six children. She was always there since the day I was born. But I am having a hard time wrapping around the idea that I will no longer associate with her in this life. At the funeral, I noticed everyone was avoiding to go into the room for the viewing. They were more interested in seeing my sister alive, watching the movie of her life, and looking at the picture. I finally ventured down. It was hard. At first I thought, that doesn't look anything like my sister, but as I moved to a different angle, it looked more like her. It was hard, I teared up and cried freely. I didn't touch her body. I just couldn't bring myself to do that. Sheri later asked if I said goodbye. I don't know if I did, but I told her I cried. I don't know, is that saying goodbye?
Sara had a beautiful service. Many nice a humorous and good things were said. The bishop said we should not think of our loved ones being taken from us. God does not take in such a way. However, we are without their association for a time. That is the hard part.
There are of course people who will miss Sara's association more than I. These include her husband Clyde, her children and grandchildren. They all live in the Boise area. They would have had if not daily, frequent contact with her. How do you give that up?