25 use to be just a number to me.
I never thought of anything in particular when hearing it. Now every time the month rolls around to the 25th I feel an ache in my heart.
I remember 24 months ago when my sweet uncle Scott passed away. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him or the life he lived. I think about the great example he set, I think about the wonderful kids he raised, I think about the amazing relationship he had with his wife, and I think about how much I miss him and how life can be so unfair at times.
It can sometimes be hard to accept what God's will is and still keep your faith up.
That has been a huge struggle for me over these past few years.
I am selfish.
I want my uncle to be alive and healthy.
I want him to play with his grand babies and see his children grow. I want him in Island Park and at Christmas with the family laughing and cracking jokes like he always does.
While he was sick I was always waiting for a miracle to happen. I wanted the cancer go away so he could live a long and healthy life. I had so much faith that Heavenly Father would answer our prayers that I was completely shattered when he passed.
I was expecting a miracle.
But the truth is, a miracle happened. Scott lived 4 years with his cancer when they said he had 6 months. He saw his first grand baby born, he saw his beautiful daughters get married in the temple, he got to take Jace to the temple before his mission, and he saw Taigen go on her first date and become a wonderful woman.
Heavenly Father answered our prayers. It may not be in the time or way we like but
he always answers them.
I have grown so much because of my uncle's example. He is one of the greatest people I have ever known.
I miss him so much and
I want him here.
But the truth is, he is here.
I can feel him with me all the time. I feel him when I visit the temple or when I talk about great memories I shared with him. I can feel him when I'm with my amazing family.
Scott helped me so much while he was alive and he continues to help me now. He helps me receive personal revelation and comforts me when I need it.
If not for him, I wouldn't be who I am today.
I never want him to be forgotten. It scares me that over time his memory will fade. I want everyone to know the amazing man he was. I want my kids to know what an impact he has had on my life and the lives of others. There will always be a special place in my heart for my dear uncle Scotty dog.
I know someday I will be able to see him again.
As for now all I can do is remember what a great example he was and all the fond memories I shared with him.

