This is my violin at rest. Richard and I are playing at a friend’s funeral tomorrow.
It’s a tender time, losing such a young father in our ward.
Significantly, our ward will participate in the sacred process of dedicating a temple on Sunday.
As I prepare for this funeral and dedication, I examine my heart and find that along with the ache of mourning, there is peace and an ultimate hope of eternal families, made possible because of temple covenants.