I woke this morning in a room where my Momma’s last three children were conceived. This room has been many things in the previous 45 years. It was a bedroom, a tv room, a hospital room, and finally a prison. My Momma spent her final years here confined to an oversized, overstuffed chair.
This room is where my Momma took her last breath.
This room is where she took the sacrament weekly.
This the Aaronic Priesthood delivered it to her home.
This room is where we talked about Daddy and what would happen to him after she was gone.
This room is where I told her I understood her life’s choices and forgave her. I forgave her for being the mom she had ceased to be so many years ago. I was so furious at the Momma of my youth and learned to appreciate the Momma she is today.
Today, with the return of the wall, it is now a bedroom and a classroom. It is where I return to nightly and desperately seek to do just enough homework to finish this semester. It is where I set the alarm to call my wife nightly as she gets off her shift at the Gas Station. She has given me this time to care for my father in his final years. This time is when I seek to remind her how grateful I am that she has shared this life with me. I believe in Eternal Marriage, and ten thousand years from now, this will be a minor blip in our Eternal Relationship.
So, I seek to care for my father and build a relationship with my wife and children. This then is how I strive to develop Eternal Relationships with my family and my God.
