Peace in Death

By Angie Kleven

Early in the morning on November 28, 1998, two of my sisters were killed in a rollover car accident on Interstate 80, just outside of Rawlins, Wyoming. Jennie was days away from turning 20, and Tammy was only 14. That morning will forever be etched into my memory. We were living in a small home in Topeka, Kansas.

My seven-month-old twins were in the bedroom napping, the breakfast dishes had just been washed and put away, my husband was at the law library studying for his upcoming final exams, and my two-year-old daughter and I had just sat down at the table to update the twins’ baby books. There are no words to express how I felt as I answered the phone and heard my parents tell me of the girls’ deaths. My heart stopped for a moment as my breath caught in my chest, and time stood still.

As soon as I called, my husband abandoned his studies and rushed home. We sat on the swings outside and watched the rest of the world continue on. Just as we could not hold back the hands of the clock, we could not put off the inevitable journey, and made plans to travel to Utah for their funeral. Many friends stepped in to help us prepare for this journey and to share our grief. The sad and lonely drive was lightened as we met another sister and her family in Colorado, and were comforted by each other’s physical presence and emotional strength.

The funeral itself was an amazing event. Hundreds of people traveled many miles to be there, and it was a bittersweet reunion with family and friends, both old and new. There was a tremendous outpouring and abundance of love which sustained our entire family and is still felt today whenever I open that memory. As I sat in the chapel and looked at the two beautiful, flower-adorned caskets that stood before me, my heart broke as I realized I would never see my sweet sisters alive again. I had always been taught that there is life after death, and that families are forever. However, at that precise moment, those teachings seemed cold and lifeless. The opening hymn began, and as I struggled to sing, the words of the song penetrated my sorrow and my grief.

The Law of Polarity states that everything has an opposite. Because there is a North Pole, there is a South Pole. Because there is light, there is dark. Because there is good, there is bad. Because there is sorrow, there is joy. And because there is death, there is life. A natural law is a truth that we can count on in any circumstance at any time; it is always true.

Understanding this law has the power to bring us hope and joy at times when life is the most disappointing and discouraging. We know that because of this law, every problem has a solution; all we have to do is open our minds and hearts to find it. The Law of Polarity is a natural law, and is always in effect. We get to choose what side of a problem or circumstance to look at, and as such, we see either the dark or the light and feel either despair or peace.

Tears fell as I sang the words, “Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives: ‘I know that my Redeemer lives!'” I suddenly understood that because my sisters had died, even so would they live, and live forever. I knew that because the loss and pain of separation was beyond description, the joy and happiness of our reunion in the Spirit World would be beyond words. At times I am tempted to remember with sadness what could have been, but choose instead to imagine and dream about what will be. The Law of Polarity has blessed me with peace, and has turned great loss into great promise.

Angela Kleven
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