Keith's brother Dean passed away yesterday. I have only met Dean a couple of times, but it is hard seeing him go. He is a bright and funny kid, always ready with his quick wit and handsome smile.
I feel that there is something a little significant and beautiful about Dean passing away on November 1. November 1 is All Saints Day--a day not celebrated in my religion, but a special day, nonetheless. It is a day to remember the known and unknown saints of the world, and I think it should be broadened to include the saints in our own lives, whether great or small. Dean had had a difficult life at times, but he had fought hard and was able to overcome his troubles. He is an inspiration--a saint--to many.
I am thankful for the knowledge I have of my Savior and the sacrifices He has made so that we can all can live again. Through His death and His life, we can be made whole and perfect and eternal. I know that Keith will get to be with his brother again, that his mother will see her son, and that Dean is just waiting on the other side.