Jason had his funeral saturday. I am glad I was able to attend. It was a beautiful funeral and I walked away wishing I'd worked a little harder at getting to know him. His interests were similar to ours. hiking, camping, climbing, snowboarding, music, humor, etc. He served his mission in Argentina, near where I served, so I imagine we had a lot of similar experiences. He lived a good life, I am honored to be his relative. I feel like he went because he had a greater work on the other side, and that is comforting. He was 23. I guess I had met him...when he was under 6. I really regret I didn't try to keep in better touch. Life is so busy. There are so many choices that bombard us everyday...of ways we can spend our days. I think this year, reunions and spending time with family have taken on a whole new meaning. I want to make the best of it all. I have a tendency to be shy, and even though I resolved to do better, I still was too chicken to approach his brothers and tell them how impressed I was by their contributions in honoring their brother, so I do have work to do! something so simple can feel so overwelming to me! silly.
more later on my trip.