Twenty-four months is a long time to go without seeing your family. A missionary like me might get to talk to his Mom on the phone twice a year, sometimes less. Now, that's something we choose to do, leaving family for a little while so we can go spread the good news we've heard.
And the letters help. The golf ball in those pictures was sent out in a care package that I got back in the winter time. It's because when the weather is cold, and a person knocks on one door after another, their knucles can split open. So, to fight that, you can carry a small, hard thing in your pocket to hit the door with, sparing your knuckle!
My Dad got a new golf ball, signed it, and then got my two siblings and Mom to sign it. (These are just three of the five signatures.) It was a great present. I used that golf ball untill the ink started to wear off, then I put it in a safe place. I think I'll pull it out again to look at when I get home today.
I'm so grateful for a God that wants every kind of righteous love - for a friend, a brother, a parent, a child- to continue after this life is over. He will never do anything to diminish the love and care we have in us for each other. Even after the brief separation of death, my family can be reunited, whole and complete, because Jesus is so powerful that he can preserve that bond through any external obstacle.
If you think that family comes first, you'd like the webpage Strengthening Families, on Mormon.org.
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