Each Life That Touches Ours For Good

Yesterday morning I attended a funeral for a friend from church, and it's given me cause for reflection on how we touch one another's lives.  Lila Bryson was Daniel's primary teacher when he was four years old, and she attended his Court of Honor when he became an Eagle Scout at age 18. We've know her since we moved here.

As I was walking into the chapel, I noticed several books of pictures that were there for all to enjoy, but I didn't take the time to look through any of them because I had arrived just a few minutes before the service began.

When the service ended, I visited with a few of her family members and neighbors and ended up walking her youngest daughter who is from New York down to the Relief Society room where a meal was being served for the family.  Nicole Piercy caught my attention from the kitchen and asked if I had noticed how many of our family pictures were in Lila's scrapbooks.  She told me that her and Noel's wedding announcement was in one of those books as well as Janae's and Amelia's.  She walked down the foyer with me and found the scrapbooks of friends . . . and it was like looking at a rich history of her friends--and my friends.  What a treasure!  Thank you, Lila, for preserving these wonderful memories.