Monday, October 26, 2015
Week #9 Brock Ramias, one of the nicest kids I have ever known.
Dear Family and Friend,
This was an interesting week. I received a new companion from California named Elder Longson who has a scholarship to play for BYU after his mission. He is 6'7 and over 200 and something pounds.
I cannot lie. Missionary work can be stressful.
For me this has been an interesting week. We found a ton a of investigators this week which was good. Then this Friday something unexpected happened. We had a appointment cancel, then had another appointment bomb in which we had brought a member. Then as we got in the car we started to call an investigator when our mission president Clayton called so we stopped calling the investigator and called him. We have a Bluetooth in the car so if you are in it you can hear everything. My companion started talking to to the President and I could hear everything. He then asked to talk to me. I then said it was me and he went on to tell me I was a great missionary and I was doing great. He then went on to tell me that my mother had called and told him there had been a death back home. My friend Brock Ramias had passed away just a few days earlier. Emotions escaped me and I started crying and could not stop. My friend was gone. While this was happening my mission president told my of a scripture that our Prophet Thomas S. Monson Reads at funerals. It was Alma 40:11 which reads "Now, concerning the state of the soul between death and the resurrection- Behold, it has been made known unto me by an angel, that the spirits of all men, as soon as they are departed from this mortal body, yea, the spirits of all men, whether they be good or evil, are taken home to that God who gave them life."
For those of you who don't know, I had known Brock since I was young and don't even recall when I first met him. I guess it just seemed as though I had always known him. Brock was a great person who I admired since I was young. I remember in first grade when the younger kids had the chance to invite a older kid to a special Halloween event, I wanted to invite Brock. I remember when I went snowboarding for my first time with him. I was quite clumsy and was not very good and would fall constantly, taking longer than everyone else. Everyone would go on, or would want to but Brock would always wait for me even though everyone probably wanted to go on.
I remember hearing from a mutual friend, while I was in middle school on the same basketball team as Brock, that Brock had complimented me on and had "talked me up" without me even knowing. He had complimented me and never even told me that he had done so. I remember growing up with Brock we would go to a Lake in Montana called Lake Blaine. We always had so much fun there, and I especially remember the firecrackers we would set of next door. For those of you who didn't know, Brock was a big pyromaniac at the time haha. He was the leader of the kids that went there and we all respected him and would do all sorts of things from going to the "bible camp, throwing a baseball or football around, or going on the boat. There would be times when I would be teased but Brock never once teased me.
I remember coming into high school and Brock was there with all the older, sporty group of kids. From when we were in the Stamps football organization, I knew Brock was a great football player and he did everything from scoring the touch downs to kicking the converts haha. Then when I got to high school, I was blessed to play on the same team as him. Brock was one of the hardest working and dedicated, and disciplined kids I probably have ever known, constantly working to improve his game and get better and was once again a leader for our team and most deservedly the MVP. I remember when I was in grade 9 there was a bad snap to the back field that went behind Brock while playing the Chinook coyotes. He turned around and went to recover it. When he picked it up he did a spin move and duked a defender and went on to run for 20-30 yards off a broken play. I also will always remember when he had ran past everyone he would almost complete stop right before scoring. Brock did all this and still maintained his humility and was still kind to all. In fact I remember him giving rides to a new kid who lived on the West side.
Brock was amazing. Brock was a leader. Brock was a worker. Brock was a friend. Brock was like the older brother I never had. I had a very special respect for Brock that I can't say I have had for most people. I always looked up to him and not just for being a great football player, but because when Brock talked to you he made you feel special.
Being on a mission, I want you to know, There is a God. There is a life after this. We have Jesus Christ and his atonement to provide us the way to return. There is Hope. Unfortunately my friend Brock is not here anymore and it still doesn't feel real. Brock is no longer here, but his example will always remain with me forever. I am so thankful to know of Gods plan for us and like it says in that scripture form the Book of Mormon, Brock is in a better place. Brock is Home. #23 BR till I see him again. I just want to let his mother and 2 brother who I have the pleasure of knowing as well as anyone dealing with this that I am sorry and want to let you all know anytime you need help or have a question just email me, but even better pray to God to help you with comfort.
As it says in Mosiah 16: 8 "The grave hath no victory, and the sting of of death is swallowed up in Christ." I know that these things are true and I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
This is Elder Toly from week 9.
R.I.P Brock Ramias, one of the nicest kids I have ever known.