What Elder Utchdorf wrote

I was reading some of Bryce's letters the other day.  It was definitely a Bryce day.  I don't know what started it but it continued throughout the day and into the week.  I saw lots of Rav4's, heard a certain song that I heard once right after the accident that spoke directly to me, saw mothers that knew Bryce and had a son that had died...the list goes on.  I laugh and cry because it is like Bryce is poking me through heaven.  It is hard for me to explain unless you are a mother that has lost a child.  Then I have found you know exactly what I am talking about.  So here is the point.  I re-read a letter sent to me from who was then Elder Utchdorf.  I love this part:
Bryce is in the best place he can possibly be at this time.  Your beloved son continues to be involved in the work of the Lord and is safely in His hands. 
I know this is true and it makes me very happy.  It reminded me of being in Tokyo in the temple with Kim and Dallin.  This was the end of Dallin's mission.  As they were praying for the missionaries, I thought...oh--I have no more missionaries.  Then a voice as distinct and clear as can be came to my mind...no mom.  You will always have a missionary.
It doesn't get better than that!

Sweet Daffodils

Last night after FHE, Kim and I went for a walk.  Kim seemed to have a plan and when we came near the cemetery, he indicated he wanted to go see Bryce's grave.  I was anxious to get in a good walk but followed. 
Last Fast Meeting I had talked about the daffodils in our yard.  They were a sweet reminder to me of the resurrection.  My friend Tammy brought me bulbs the fall following Bryce's death.  I was excited to see them in the Spring and have enjoyed them the past two seasons. 
We were surprised to come to Bryce's headstone and see daffodils.  Kim lifted up the vase and there was a note on the plate under the vase.  I just stared.  I slowly walked away after that wondering who would put the flowers there.  My daffodils have long since faded in the yard.  I have found that it really means a lot to me when others talk about Bryce, tell me things that they remember, and are patient when I go on and on about something Bryce said or did.  I thought that time would heal this heart but I am beginning to think the hole is permanent.  That's okay because the Lord has filled that hole with sweet moments just like last night.