Save You A Seat. Much of our family gathered yesterday in person to hear my brother speak. It was such a special and sacred gathering. As I sat there holding Jenna’s hand, I thought about my dad. I thought about how much he would have loved to be there with us. Sitting next to my mom. Holding her hand, the way I was holding Jenna’s. I miss that for my mom. I miss that for my dad. I miss that for all of us. When my brother and sister-in-law gave us our tickets, the outside of the envelope read: Trevor Fam, Mom + Dad. A ticket for my dad. It was a saved seat. A quiet reminder that, through the gospel of Jesus Christ and the sacred ordinances of the temple, there are no empty chairs. There is still grief. There will always be moments when we feel the space left behind by someone we love so deeply. But I believe with all my heart that heaven is near. I believe there are angels around us. I believe the Lord sends help in ways we may not always see, but can so often feel. “For he s...