knowing this was the beginning of the end. Obviously, I knew it was the right thing, I was very happy and proud of my son, but knew that it would never be the same again. After his mission he would move away to college and then get married. I’d like to say it got better, but in some ways it never did. Then sadly, 5 years after my son finished his mission he passed away in a plane crash. I was surprised that the feelings I have had since he passed away were very similar (although a million times worse) than the day we dropped him off at the MTC. We watched almost every BYU game, Dodger game, Dallas Cowboys, and Lakers games together from when he was about eight years old until he left on his mission. After his mission, he got married and went to BYU and never missed a home BYU football game. We’d text during games and then he’d call later to talk about them. It’s now been almost 5 years since he died and I find myself constantly reaching for my phone, still wanting to text him. Watching Freddie Freeman hit the grand slam in the World Series was so bittersweet. I screamed in joy, but then sat there and cried for a while.
Feeling that “void” and that you are losing your best friend is exactly how I felt. And now it continues to feel like that.