We'll Miss You...

Jonathan came and scooped the children off me, this morning, then mentioned that President Hinkley had died last night. While it is a surprise--he was such a lively guy for so long that you had to stop and think to remember that he turned 97 last year--I'm happy that he has the chance to rest. I remember being devastated when President Benson died, but I was younger, with a less firm testimony, too. And President Hunter, well, nine months isn't long enough for a 15-year-old to get seriously attached to someone you have little personal experience with. President Hinkley, though... I've seen him joke around, I've seen the light of prophecy in his eyes, and I've seen the love he had for all people. I've sung for him twice, both in relation to temples, and always drawn special strength from his talks. I know that he was a prophet of God. I'll miss him, but the Lord has something new for him to do. Plus, he has his Marjorie back, and who couldn't be happy about that?