So my visiting teaching companion is 95 years old and unable to go out of her house right now…due to her… oldness problems, so the people that we visit actually all come to her house once a month so that she can get her visiting teaching done. This is a new experience for me. It’s really weird for me because I’ve only known her for a few months but everybody else in the ward has known her for years and everybody keeps talking about how close that she is to dying as if it’s just a normal thing…Ok, I guess it is normal, but not for me. For me the whole thing is a bit extraordinary and I find that every moment that I am with the woman that I just stare at her. And the more that I look at her, the more I think that she seems a bit translucent, almost as if she’s already begun the process of crossing over.


Last Sunday I had another one of those dreams that I was in an unknown house, looking around it, trying to find something. Those dreams are always a bit spooky because I usually have a feeling that there is something ghostly hanging around somewhere in the house. Anyway, after I have that dream I’m always feeling a bit weird the next day and it happened to be another visiting teaching day. So I arrived a few minutes before everyone else did and my companion wasn’t up yet so I talked to her husband for a minute and then I hear something and there she was at the lower level of their living room trying to make her way up the stairs on her own.


I was so completely taken by the image of her standing at the bottom of the stair and I’m sure that I will never be able to get it out of my head. She looked so weak and confused and she kept having fits of violent shaking but there was nothing that was going to stop her from making her way up the stairs to do her visiting teaching.


And I thought, if there is such a thing that exist as being beautiful it was her. This woman, in the last stages of her life, finding enough strength to do the thing the prophet has asked her to do. What an amazing blessing it has been to see her.