Today he would have been 16 years old. Isn’t he beautiful?

I don’t feel sad about his death. I feel hopeful that I know I can be with him again one day. I know this, and I’m happy because of it.

Every year it’s a family tradition to go out to dinner for his birthday. I did it with my mom, dad, and sister growing up, with my roomates when I left home, and with my sister when she joined me at BYU. Now I will carry on the tradition with my husband this Saturday.

How do you honor your loved ones who have passed?

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