You know, two years ago I thought that Katie dying on Easter was just a cruel joke. It seemed to me that every Easter from then on would be tainted with the pain of losing her. Surprisingly, I was wrong. The fact that she died on the very day that Christ overcame death is a blessing. It is almost impossible to be sad and despondent when I have such faith that Christ was resurrected for us.
I am so grateful for the gift that our Savior gave to us, and when I think about Katie being gone, all I can remember is that she will be resurrected and we will all be together again someday. I guess God knows what he is doing after all.
