Today 7 years ago I was 23 and  7 months pregnant with my first child, Sariah. JJ and I were in the kitchen eating lunch when my mom asked us how our first anniversary was which was the day before. I was talking about our dinner at Olive Garden and the Pride and Prejudice movie we watched at the dollar theater when the phone rang.

My mom answered it and said it was for me. The news was that one of my best friends, the person that was like a sister to me had been hit by a car and she did not make it.  Rachelle Elliott was only 25. She was certainly a true friend. She came to visit me just 2 weeks before JJ proposed and she helped JJ plan the proposal while I was at work.

I was shaking and crying and my mom just kept saying help her JJ.

It was really difficult to deal with however since I was home a lot of comfort was found in attending and speaking at her memorial service.

For over 2 years my hands would shake when ever the pone rang, thinking there would be news that a family member of mine had passed away. I was scared when JJ would go to work.

Up until recently I felt sorry for Rachelle. She was only 25, she had so much more to accomplish.

The thing that changed my outlook was a dream that I had several months ago. It felt so real.

I dreamt that I was at the White Rock, British columbia LDS chapel which I thought was strange becuase I never attended church there, however I just realized that it could be that location because that was where the memorial service was.

Anyways I was in a room reading some books when Rachelle came in with several other young women and asked if I could teach her friends the discussions (missionary lessons for those investigating the LDS church).  We all sat on the floor as I gave the lessons. When we were done I asked Rachelle if her and her friends needed a ride home and she said you can’t drive to where we are going. That was when I woke up.

A couple of years before Rachelle passed she asked if I would give her the new member discussions (I was a stake missionary at the time). She wanted it to be just me and her because she felt like she was loosing her testimony of the gospel and wanted to remind herself why she had joined the church several years before.

Rachelle was a wonderful example of Christlike service. She was always giving her time, talents and even the little money she had herself on others.

I no longer feel sorry for Rachelle, I know that she is busy sharing the gospel of Jesus Christ with many people. I look forward to seeing her again one day.