During that time in the ICU, Neal was allowed to take the sacrament. I can not begin to describe what that was like. Neal was allowed one drop of water in his tongue and a tiny crumb of bread.
Most of my life I have spent being grateful for the Atonement because it was a way for us to be forgiven of our sins. When Neal had his stroke I came to appreciate a whole new aspect of the Atonement. Christ not only payed the price for sin, but he also suffered all of the heart ache, all of the pain and illness and all of the loneliness that any of us might have to endure in this life. He knew how Neal was feeling, He knew how I was feeling, neither of us were alone because He had felt these same feelings, and suffered these same pains. On that very sacred Sunday, Neal was given the Sacrament by a very dear friend named Dan. The spirit was so strong. And never was the Atonement more needed and felt in our lives as it was at that particular time. It is amazing how life's trials always lead us back to Christ if we let them.
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