When my dad told me he had cancer, I had an impression that he was not going to make it and to spend as much time with him as possible. I didn’t know what to think. When he died, I was angry. I was upset. I was upset that all my friends still had their dads and I didn’t. But the night he passed, I was lying in my bed and I envisioned my dad when he was healthy. And I realized that this had happened for a reason. He was asked to be the bishop a couple weeks before he found out that he had cancer, so the entire time he was sick, he was serving others. I think that helped him focus on doing what Jesus would do. I’ve carried that with me. He would always say, “You don’t know what people are going through,” so I try to show empathy and compassion to everyone. By serving others, I felt God’s love, and I was comforted. When you’re going through trials and it seems like your life is over, or when you don’t know why it is happening to you, you just have to trust God. My dad told me a few da...