A sad morning becomes a Spiritual Experience

I received an email yesterday from the Bryants. Heather Lorazon died in a car accident, stating she was the person that was not wearing her seat belt at the Saco exit on the Maine Turnpike...that made this close to home. Leta stated she was in the Sanford Ward...so I thought about it and realized that I did know her when she was a teenager...Leta said,"the Funeral is at 9:30AM tomorrow (today). I forwarded the email to the Geezor and ask, " do you want to go to the funeral?" He said he would like to. We talked it over and I told Dad that Heather was Amy Gineraeu's cousin. We put it together. Well I suppose you are wondering why I am writing about this....this morning upon waking I ask Dad, "Do you want to go to the funeral or stay home, because it has been so long since we knew her." What I was thinking is that I just don't want to get all dressed up on a Saturday morning and drive down to Sanford. Well, Dad said,"I was thinking maybe we might go but I might like to not go." So I said ok we will stay home and go to the dump and get stuff done her while we wait for conferenced. Off to the bathroom I go and while sitting on the throne, you know there is lots of inspiration on the throne...the Holy Ghost has our undivided attention, My mind was filled with the Waters of Mormon, Mourn with those that mourn and weep with those that weep...that was it! I am being hit over the head bv the Holy Ghost and should do what is right...my covenant as Baptism was to mourn with those that mourn and weep with those that weep. I yell downstairs,"Tom we need to go to the funeral." I told him about the inspiration and we went and Monika went with us.

There was about 150 people there...she was loved...she leaves 3 children...she was preparing for the Temple, having just come back into the "fold." She was born in 1978 and is a meer 29 years old.

I am so pleased that I listened to the Spirit...I write this in hopes that you will always listen and follow through with the inspiration. I know this is not a funny family story, however not all of life is funny.....so we get home to conference after visiting Leo and Judy who now own the John St house, which is another story, dark in the house, no spirit there anymore. Mo felt the same ...good closure... Mo said,"Mom the feeling at the Alfred st house is the memory of the John St house." I said," so it is not the physical that makes a house your place of refuse, it is living the gospel so the Spirit can dwell within the walls of your home." Mo said, Yeah your right!"

Now off the sidetrack...when I sat to listen to conference, Elder Packer was saying we need to mourn with those that mourn and weep with those that weep.....I love inspiration and the Gift of the Holy Ghost....and thankful that I possess it!