David Lynn Brooks

The wife of David Lynn Brooks, who returned to visit her bereaved husband two years after her death which occurred May 26, 1945. Elder Brooks recorded,

“I went in the house, turned Out the lights and lay down on the studio couch to relax for a few minutes. I had no sooner relaxed when I heard a voice, the voice of my wife, she was praying. Oh! how wonderful to hear that beautiful voice which I recognized the minute she spoke. At the close of the prayer I was so tense I hardly dared breathe for fear of disturbing this beautiful experience. Immediately I saw a dim light filling the room, it was not a brilliant light but a soft light, then it began to part in the center like a curtain. As it parted, I saw in the opening the most beautiful sight in all the world, my lovely wife. She stood about four or five feet away from me and made no attempt to come closer. She spoke to me and said, 'Lynn, I have seen your sorrow and grief but it won't be long until you will be with me, that we might again enjoy each others' companionship and love; I have wanted to come to you before this, but only tonight was I given permission by the priesthood to visit with you. She told me that my grief had made her sad and that I should try to be happy and whenever I needed her, I should knock or pray and she would be with me, although I may never see her again until I come into the world of spirits. She then invited me to look into the spirit world, and asked what I could see. I told her I could see a group of people seated in a room or hall at a table or at desks with note pads and pencils. She then asked, ‘Do you know who these people are?' I told her I didn't recognize any of them. She then asked me if I remembered the people we had done the temple work for in 1929 and 1930. She and I have worked the entire winter gathering genealogy of her people and then we did the temple work for them. She then told me she had been called by the priesthood to teach the gospel to those people and that she was very happy doing that work. She then told me not to mourn, that she was always close by. She bade me goodbye. The light gathered from the two sides and was then gone. As soon as the vision closed, I was on my feet, tears streaming down my cheeks in torrents. This time, they were tears of joy; no sorrow now.”

( Life Everlasting pp. 59-60)