I still remember the day over a year ago when I heard that she was gone. It was a call I hoped I'd never receive, and it was completely unexpected. I had never felt so alone and "robbed" in my life. I immediately regretted not keeping in better contact with her after I moved away. I immediately thought of her sweet husband and the example this couple had been to me. I just sat in my dorm room and bawled and bawled and bawled.
Her funeral was the hardest hour of my life. She was an amazing example to so many people. She lived a life that reflected the Savior in so many ways. Her testimony changed lives. I know from experience.
Every time I drive past her house on the way to mine, the sweet memory of the hours I spent in her living room speak comfort to my heart. I think of the smell of cleanliness and the outdoors that filled that home that was always filled with the spirit. I think of her laugh. I think of the time at girl's camp where I watched her play butt charades and could not stop laughing. I think of her hilarious peanut gallery comments during ward choir practice.
She was an angel to me in my life and now she is an angel serving in the Kingdom of Heaven.
Indeed heaven never seems closer than when we see the love of God manifested in the kindness and devotion of people so good and so pure that is the only word that comes to mind.
-Elder Jeffrey R. Holland