As I was driving to the Seattle temple by myself for the
first time after my arrival in Washington last month, I began to feel very sad
that David, my late husband, was not beside me. I felt I had made great
progress in the last few months in usually remembering him happily, but at this
moment, thinking about how, long ago, he had carefully given me the driving
directions I was now carefully following brought tears to my eyes.
Suddenly, my mood completely changed. My mind was flooded
with joy as that memory from a decade ago came forcefully into focus. I
recalled David’s voice repeating to me the important advice I needed to follow
if I was to arrive at the temple on time, “Stay in the lane, Rosalie!” It now
struck me in a new way that I knew could help me deal with the waves of sorrow
that still threaten to engulf me from time to time.
