One day at the cemetery, a woman came out with her two young children, the oldest, a dignified young lady of eight, and the youngest, a boy of about four or five, reminding me of myself at that age as he wanted to go out and explore. His mother and sister shht! him in a solohlm way as we walked over to their tomb. I had been there for their last interment, so they knew me and we walked to their tomb with smiles and few words, as is fitting.

We got to their tomb and we bantered for a few moments, and as I started to walk away, I heard one of the children ask:

"Is Daddy really there?"

I turned slightly when I heard this and glimped their mother looking towards me a little frantically. I was only about ten feet away, so I said, still walking away, "Of course he is. He will always be right here for you."

Her son nodded and touched the tomb, and his mother smiled. This was their moments, ones which would carry them over for the next generations.

Far from your earthly parents home,

Our Savior said unto you come,

Your wife and child you've left below,

But after you they soon shall go.