Jordan's letter to his Grandma Nuttall for her funeral

January 18, 2010

This is for my Grandma.
It is hard for me to believe that I won´t be coming home to my Grandma Nuttall after my mission - I loved her so dearly, and I´m going to miss her a lot, but I know that I am in the right place doing the right thing at this time in my life.
I first want to say the reason why I am on a mission. I´ve asked myself this question many times in the past five months, but I know now more than ever why I am here. I am here to help bring others to the same hope that we as members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints enjoy - the hope for eternal life, to live forever and ever with our families and to return to that God who gave us life.
We read about this from the prophet Moroni, in Moroni 7:41 (read this verse). I know that my Grandma Nuttall was and is a living testimony of the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ - she lived that which she knew. And I know that she has been received into the loving arms of our Savior, Jesus Christ, and has returned back to live with our Loving Heavenly Father. This is the hope that I have, and this is the hope that most of the world does not know - and that is the reason why I am teaching here in Argentina, to help others receive the same hope that we all enjoy.
I had many wonderful experiences with my Grandma Nuttall, all throughout my life. One experience was that of always going to her house to visit with her on Christmas morning. Every Christmas of every year, I was always so excited to go visit my Grandma and show her what Santa had brought me for Christmas. I can still feel the love and happiness that came from pulling up on her driveway, going through her front door, and immediately running up to give her a nice big Grandma hug on Christmas morning. They are memories that still flood me with feelings of love and happiness with my Grandma Nuttall.
I especially cherish the memories I had with her before leaving on my mission. During my second semester at BYU and all throughout the summer, I remember feeling unusual desires to visit my Grandma. Visiting her on Sunday nights was normal, but about three or four months before my mission, every Sunday night that came felt like one that needed to be spent with Grandma. Those months before my mission I also used to really talk with her and Grandpa a lot more than usual, and now looking back on it, I know that these desires came from my Heavenly Father. I never knew that my Grandma was going to pass away during my mission - it never really crossed my mind. I thank my Heavenly Father, who I know loves me, so very much for impressing upon me the need to visit my Grandma Nuttall those few months before my mission. I love her so very much and I will be eternally grateful for my Father in Heaven´s inspiration for me to visit my Grandma every Sunday before leaving for my mission.
I feel broken, but I know that my loving Grandma Nuttall has returned to her loving Heavenly Father, and is now resting from all her troubles and cares. Thanks to Heavenly Father, she was able to pass away peacefully. I know that Heavenly Father had angels watching over and comforting my grandma, and that my Savior Jesus Christ was with her the whole time. [D+C 24:8]
"I know that my Redeemer lives - what comfort this sweet sentence gives...He lives my mansions to prepare, He lives to take me safely there." I know my Grandma Nuttall has been carried away safely to dwell in peace from the difficulties and trials of life, and that she has been received into the Savior´s arms of mercy. Jesus Christ lives, and loves us. As He has "overcome the world" (John 16:33), I know that I will also once again be able to be with my Grandma Nuttall and give her another big Grandma hug, along with the rest of my family. I love my Grandma and I will miss her my entire life, but I have the hope and confidence that I will once again be with her. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.