My brother Peter, that died so quick, three days sick, came back in the Spirit and told the reason he went so quickly is that his time was up.
We were again blessed with another nice little son, born the 20 of June. He only lived until about two years old. We named him Alma Julian. We happened to be at Kaysville Ward at the time of his death so he was buried at Kaysville cemetery.
This boy was named after a French man, the best I ever got acquainted with. He told me his parents died when he was a youth and when he grew up he joined the Mormon Church and when he had been a church member a number of years his mother appeared to him in the Spirit and had a conversation with him. Forty years after that she came again and gave him a visit in his house and talked with him for two hours. His wife asked him who he was talking to. He answered that he was talking to his mother, and to come and see. His wife came from another room but she could not see anyone but could hear them talking.
His mother told him that he would have to talk French to her for she could not understand the American language. She talked with her son for two hours and gave lots of encouragement and that he must always look at the bright side of things. She showed him into the Spirit world and showed him a lot of things.
That same man told me he bought a house and that there was an especially nice rose bush that would not bear flowers. He did all he could to make it bear its roses, at last he gave it up and intended to destroy it.
Before he did that he went and prayed to God to bless the rose bush, and cause it to bring roses. The Lord accepted his prayer, and roses came.
That same French man told me that when he paid his tithing and fast offerings, he could ask the Lord for anything he wanted, and he would get it.
The story about his mother coming to him in the Spirit twice, 40 years between time, he bore witness to me that it was not a dream, but was in reality true.
This was the most remarkable man I had ever met. He was full of faith and good wishes. He was what I call a good Latter-Day Saint.