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David James

Early this morning I received a painful phone call. My dear brother David has left this place. David’s was a difficult life. I believe to some extent that what we pass through while here in mortality was of our own choosing under the guidance of God. That being said, I can’t imagine having picked David’s cards. There at the end he had not been himself for a while.

Mostly today I have been touched by the love of others and the peace from the Comforter, even the third member of the Godhead. I know that David loves us. I know he is safe. I know he is now a part of the angels that watch over and protect me and mine. For this knowledge I am grateful to God.
From his talk in 1992 entitled “Doors of Death,” Elder Russell M Nelson said: “Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love. It is a natural response in complete accord with divine commandment: “Thou shalt live together in love, insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of them that die.” (D&C 42:45)


"Moreover, we can’t fully appreciate joyful reunions later without tearful separations now. The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

"’This life [was to become] a probationary state; a time to prepare to meet God.’ (Alms 12:24) But we regarded the returning home as the best part of that long-awaited trip, just as we do now.”
“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.” (Ps 116:15)

"Meanwhile, we who tarry here have a few precious moments remaining to “prepare to meet God.

"Unfinished business is our worst business. Today we have a  little more time to bless others – time to be kinder, more compassionate, quicker to thank and slower to scold, more generous in sharing, more gracious in caring.



 "To you our loved ones may be just as close as the next room – separated only by the doors of death. With that assurance, love life! Cherish each moment as a blessing from God. Live it well – even to your loftiest potential.”

I know David would echo Elder Nelson’s sentiments that we should continue to live to love life and to live well, even to our loftiest potential.


Until we meet again at the right hand of God, I love you Davie (1986-2015)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sorry, Dave was a really sweet kid, great smile, always reaching out for ways to be helpful. Sorry to hear he died.
February 18, 2015 at 7:03 PM
Melissa Elizabeth said…
Thank you. It's true he has a helpful spirit. Love that about him. His is a loss to all of us and so I'm sorry also for your loss. I know we will see him again. He is having a time being in heaven and now guarding all of us who still have to pass through this life.
February 19, 2015 at 9:59 PM
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