Before my sister Annie left on her mission for the Mormon Church a few years ago, we wrote a song together about her leaving. Life happened and we never got around to finishing it. Months before she passed, we fell back in love with the song and were working towards finishing it. Perhaps because the whole experience was so surreal, I never cried during the past two weeks… until I listened to this song. I sat in my basement and just wept, because the words weren’t just sending her off to Georgia for a year and a half but they were now sending her off to the next life. The timing of the song for me was a powerful witness to me that god lives and that he wanted to give my family and I a gift that we could cherish for the rest of our mortal lives. I want to share it, hoping that anyone (especially those who have lost a loved one) can draw strength from its message.
