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		<title>Deviled Eggs  for Easter</title>
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				<description><![CDATA[My mom and I were discussing what we were going to have for our Easter dinner. Deviled eggs was first on my list. I have to make them. Ashton loved deviled eggs. He&#8217;s the one who would eat most of them if I let him. I HAVE to make them for Easter. There&#8217;s no other [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>Does anyone else have to do that for their loved ones? Do you buy things and make things that they loved and treasured, even though they won&#8217;t get used? I bought sour gummy worms for Ashton&#8217;s stocking at Christmas knowing that no one would eat them. They are tucked away in his closet&#8230; that still needs to be cleaned out.</p>
<p>My &#8220;favorite&#8221; red-headed niece asked me at our last family gathering, &#8220;So, what&#8217;s new in St. David?&#8221; In my mind I said, &#8220;Well, my son is buried in the St. David cemetery and his headstone just came in. It&#8217;s been really hard. That&#8217;s what&#8217;s new for me.&#8221; But&#8230; I didn&#8217;t say that. All I said was&#8230; &#8216;Not much.&#8221; I should have just told her that. I think she could have handled it, but it was a happy occasion and I didn&#8217;t want to make anyone else sad. My brother did ask me how I was doing after that conversation. I told him the truth&#8230; &#8220;Most of the time I&#8217;m OK, but sometimes I&#8217;m not.&#8221; I shed some tears too. Thanks for asking.</p>
<p>I love this quote. It is written exactly how I feel. (See #1 below)</p>
<p><em>&#8220;He is my child.  He always will be.  I think about him and what he is doing  almost just as much as I think about my other kids and what they are doing. He is not living, so the day-to-day activities of my living children take precedence.  But, he is literally always on my mind.&#8221;</em></p>
<div class="fsm fwn fcg">Unless my mind is busy or distracted, Ashton is pretty much always on my mind.  I&#8217;m grateful for the &#8220;guiding, guarding, warning, and lifting&#8221; (See #2 below) he can do for me. How can this be when he&#8217;s not even here? All I know is that I feel him. I feel his influence.  It&#8217;s hard to describe&#8230; but from what I&#8217;ve learned about angels&#8230; (See #2 below) I know he is capable of helping his family here on earth. I know he is able to help me. I love knowing that.</div>
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<div class="fsm fwn fcg">What a loving and kind Father in Heaven I have. When hard, almost unbearable things happen&#8230; he provides a way for me to bear them. He provides that needed relief. At this Easter season I am grateful beyond words that He let His Son bear my burdens for me, and then rise again,  so I don&#8217;t have to bear them alone. How can I not praise Him and honor Him? How can I not trust Him? I can&#8230; and I do.</div>
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<div class="fsm fwn fcg">Disclaimer: I have many nieces, more than one with red hair. They are all my favorite at one time or another!</div>
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<div class="fsm fwn fcg"> 1. <a class="linkTitle" href="http://kimandmarcus.blogspot.com/2015/02/grief-is-constant-surprise.html?spref=fb" target="_blank" rel="ignore">The Ellsworths: Grief is a Constant Surprise</a>  &#8211;  kimandmarcus.blogspot.com</div>
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<div class="fsm fwn fcg">2.  <a href="https://www.lds.org/ensign/2014/12/angels-we-have-heard?lang=eng">https://www.lds.org/ensign/2014/12/angels-we-have-heard?lang=eng</a></div>
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