Marilyn (Ealey) and I sat by each other at Relief Society last week. It seemed like an empty row without her today. All the old cronies sit on that row--Bender, Jarrett, Ealey, Nichols, etc.
I remembered to myself that, when others have died that attended our meetings, the seats they once used remain empty for awhile. It is as though the seat was still being saved for the person who no longer is there to take it. The memory of the person lingers and it is as if they were about to come and take their usual place. The mind knows that will not happen but the heart leaves room.
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