I took Fadi (the woman with breast cancer) to the cemetery on Friday, and I don’t know if she believed in the Savior before she died. We loaded her and all the belongings her family had brought to the hospital into the back of our pick-up. We squeezed more than the normal amount of people into the double cab, and a couple of the men rode in the back, too. Her family was quietly crying (not wailing wildly as other tribes do) as we drove along, especially her sister who had been her primary caretaker. I was at a total loss for words, what do you say to bring comfort the family of a woman who didn’t know where she was going? I took her family on across the border so that they could all be together, including the 3 children she left behind. Oh, what heart breaking journey that was.
