The morning of September 27, 2004 dawned birght and clear, I went about my morning chores little guessing that the day would bring me greateer sorrow than I had ever known.  Just before noon three plainclothes members of the South Salt Lake Police Department appeared at my door to bring me the news that my second son Brian, age thirty-three, was dead - by his own hand.

How does one assimilate such news?  How can a mother's heart bear such sorrow?  I love my son with all my heart and can only stand up under the realities of this situation because I believe in the hereafter and in the love, mercy, and the Atonement of Christ.