“Sister Simon’s Saints,” Friend, July 1996, 39
I don’t know what to say to the old people after we sing our songs. I don’t know anything about them.
You know that they’re your brothers and sisters.
“She’ll be coming ’round the mountain, she’ll be coming ’round the mountain, she’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes!”
Could I visit with you a moment, sir?
Mr. Gonzales hasn’t spoken in over a year, but I’m sure he’d love a visit. He doesn’t ever get any.
I guess you can’t answer me, Mr. Gonzales, but I hope you can understand what I’m saying. You remind me of my grandfather. He was a good man, and I feel that you are too.
A half hour later
It’s time for me to go, Mr. Gonzales. Being here must be hard for you, but I know that you’re not alone. I’m going to come back and see you again, and Heavenly Father’s watching over you. He never forgets His children.
It’s nice to see Mr. Gonzales getting a visit. Is he your grandfather?
No, he’s my brother.