In Memory of Deborah

 My sister-in-law(Tim's sister) Deborah died on March 2, 2011.  She had a rare disease called dermatom-yositis which attacks the muscle, skin and joints.  She had been sick for some time and just got worse.  It just doesn't seem real to me. 

Frequently, death comes as an intruder. It is an enemy that suddenly appears in the midst of life’s feast, putting out its lights and gaiety. Death lays its heavy hand upon those dearest to us and at times leaves us baffled and wondering. In certain situations, as in great suffering and illness, death comes as an angel of mercy. But for the most part we think of it as the enemy of human happiness. --Pres. Thomas S. Monson
                                                                                                                 

We laugh, we cry, we work, we play, we love, we live. And then we die. And dead we would remain but for one man and his mission, even Jesus of Nazareth. He was born in a stable, cradled in a manger. His birth fulfilled the inspired pronouncements of many prophets. He was taught from on high. He provided the life, the light, and the way. Multitudes followed him. Children adored him. The haughty rejected him. He spoke in parables. He taught by example. He lived a perfect life. Through his ministry, blind men saw, deaf men heard, and lame men walked. Even the dead returned to life. --Pres. Thomas S. Monson