A Down Day

Death is never easy.  That parting seems so permanent.  Those I have loved who have left us seem so far away, yet their influence in my life goes on as strongly as if they were present.  But sometimes I long to see their faces, hear their voices and know they are near.

Our day began with a call from my Danish teacher.  Her cousin, someone she has been very close to, died today.  She was understandably upset.  We cancelled the class.  We will remember her and her cousin's family in our prayers.

So - some time opened up for me to do - ironing.  Well....why not....it has to be done.  And it is an opportunity to listen to Sherri Dew.  I listened to a couple of talks by her and one by Jeffery Holland on youtube.  What a wonderful thing.

In the evening we did a home/visiting teaching visit to a young single adult who is here for another 4 months attending law school.  She has been here 2 months and will finish up her formal schooling in Copenhagen before returning to New Zealand to do an internship.

We received some cute letters from grandchildren far away....we cherish the childish handwriting and the spelling and the attempts at written conversation.  In this day, it is a little tedious to sit down with pen and paper to write down thoughts, but at one time it was the best form of communication possible with someone far away, and I believe feelings of the heart were probably much better expressed.

I am writing earlier than usual so that I can go make some carrot cake cookies for tomorrow night's meal.  Speaking of meal, Sister Sederholm, our mission president's wife, asked me to plan and make assignments for zone conference on March 18.  We will have about 60 there.  I will have to look at the recipe again before I commit to it....but I thought Cafe Rio Salads would be tremendous fun.  The pork will be easy, but I am thinking we may have to search for tomatillos and cilantro..... I will try the dried and see how that works.  Just thinking out loud.

That is definitely something to look forward to on this gray and for some - very sad day.