To the Anderson's

"I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless, ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me."

Lori- I remember you sang this once for your brother. I hope you will find comfort in these words again. I have so so many memories of your dad and his happy positive attitude and contagious laugh. He was always a staple in our ward and we will miss him. I love you and your family and I know that your knowledge and testimony will sustain you.