The best days and the Hardest days
February 24, 2020 Well, I’m not going to lie. Saturday was probably the hardest day of my mission. It started off really well. We went to the temple with the family from Venezuela. They loved the temple so much and I could tell that they could feel the spirit really strong. Then I saw an old friend from Linares. I was confused why he was there. Linares is about three hours away- After the temple I started talking with him and catching up with him. He told me that he has terminal cancer and that he is going to die in about two weeks. He went to the hospital and the doctors said they couldn’t do anything for him so he decided to find all the missionaries that meant the most to him in his life and say goodbye. It was very hard for me to say goodbye to him. He did so much for Hermana Fazakerley and I. I said goodbye to him and he was sobbing and I was sobbing and everyone was crying because we all knew that this was goodbye. He told me how important I was to him and how I shouldn’t ever ...