This past weekend, we experienced a truly sacred and unforgettable moment — one that reminded me of the beauty of family, the power of music, and the eternal nature of love.

My amazing sister-in-law, Michelle Hunt, lovingly organized a musical fireside in memory of her late husband, Eugene Hunt. It was more than just a tribute — it was a celebration of his life, his legacy, and the love he poured into the lives of everyone who knew him. Michelle’s heart desired to honor Gene in the way he lived: surrounded by music, uplifted by faith, and embraced by family and friends.

After performing in our Vegas show on Saturday night, we packed up early the next morning and made the drive back to Utah. It was important to us to be there — not just for Michelle and her family, but because we knew this was something sacred. Mika and his siblings who could make it came together and sang that evening in their ward chapel, a heartfelt offering of music for Michelle and her children.

The Spirit was tangible.

The room was filled with moving musical numbers shared by loved ones and dear friends, each song carrying the quiet strength of testimony and the warm embrace of shared memories. The harmonies weren’t just melodies — they were prayers, whispered expressions of comfort and hope. We were deeply grateful that Mika, Moana, Junior, and I arrived just in time to sing and share a simple message about Gene and the love of our Heavenly Father.

In that room, I felt again the power of the gospel of Jesus Christ. It is our anchor in sorrow, our song in the dark. His love lifts us in times of grief, and His promise reminds us that death is not the end — it is merely a new beginning. Because of Him, families are forever.

And so, as we sang, we felt Gene’s spirit with us. We felt heaven draw near.

My heart is full of gratitude — for music, for memories, for family, and most of all, for our Savior. What a blessing it is to know that love never ends. It continues on, echoing through every note sung, every life touched, and every quiet moment when we remember those we’ve loved and lost.

We’ll see you again, Gene. Until then, we’ll keep singing.