I
met Suzanne Thomas while serving as a missionary in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Her family had joined the Church in England
and then immigrated to Canada for better opportunities. The Thomas family loved and cared for the missionaries
-- and the Elders reciprocated by loving their food and caring for their
daughters (not literally, but you know what I mean). They were such good people that, even after I
was transferred, their kindness and generosity always impressed me .
When
my missionary service was complete I returned to the States and moved to Provo,
Utah to begin my advanced education at BYU.
A short time after I arrived in Utah I discovered the Thomas’ family had
also made the move south. It was a
blessing to rekindle our friendship and I appreciated the help they offered so
much that I made it a point to introduce my fiancé’ to them when we were engaged.
Flash forward several years!!
Teresa
and I moved back to Utah after working several years in Arizona and
California. We found a house for our
little family in West Valley City (such a boring name but
a nice town) and settled in to continue the process of growing
up.
One
Sabbath, I was conducting Sacrament meeting (I had been called to be
a counselor to the Bishop) when a new couple was introduced – Corby and
Suzanne Campbell. The names meant
nothing to me but immediately after the service the wife (Suzanne)
came right up to me and asked if I had served a mission in
Canada. With my positive response, she
turned to her new husband and said, “See, I told you this was Elder Whitmer.” (She
later told us that it was the way I talked that clued her in to who I was. Probably
the irreverent way I conducted the meeting.)
Still
not realizing who she was, I puzzled through my memory banks (which
were slightly better than they are now) and finally recognized
who this young lady was standing before me.
It was my ‘old’ friend from the Edmonton 3rd Ward. She and her sweetheart had just purchased a
home in our ward – just around the corner from where we lived.
Over
the years that the Campbell’s lived in our ward, we served with them in callings, shared
sorrows and joys, helped Scouts and young women find their way, and became
friends of the best kind. It was at
Corby’s suggestion that I eventually changed careers and become a teacher – one of
the best choices (next to Teresa) I ever made. And when the Campbell’s moved to a new home,
we helped and then wept and wondered how we would ever get along without their
love and support.
The
years have passed for us and the Campbell’s.
Our children are grown and gone – their offspring are close behind. Corby has moved to another career of his
own. Both Corby and Suzanne have endured
serious health issues. Our families have
welcomed grandchildren and the joy they bring.
And despite the fact that our good friends have moved to the other side
of the continent, we think of them often and follow the events of their lives (thanks
Facebook).
Stolen from Suzanne's Facebook page. |
But
maybe most importantly, these good people, our friends, The Campbell’s, are
still a vital part of our mortal experience.
We don’t get together like we used to but the events we have enjoyed have
shaped our lives for the better. We miss
our Sunday night visits but our souls are larger and more enlightened because
our love was returned by two of God’s best children.
Good
People are all around us. The Campbell’s
are great examples.
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