I was shocked and in a state of disbelief last night when I heard the news that President Hinckley had died. We were at a family get-together at my Aunt Syd's house when someone got a text message saying that he had died. At first I really couldn't believe it, then phones started ringing and beeping with other messages. We flipped the television over to channel 2 to see the breaking news.
We sat in stunned silence and watched the report. I think we all knew that the day would come eventually when our prophet and leader would pass from this life into the next, only I don't think anyone really thought it would actually happen. Even in his advanced years, he still seemed strong and never lost his witty sense of humor. The last couple of conferences, you would come away with the sense that it might be his last, only to see him at the next general conference conducting on Saturday morning.
He was an amazing man, a prophet chosen for this time in history when the media and internet brought new exposure to the church. He was exactly what the church needed as the world got smaller throughout his life.
As I think about it, I am happy for him. What a glorious reception he must have garnered as he passed through the veil. He led this church through a period of amazing growth, ushering in an era of temple building and unprecedented growth. In so many ways, he brought the church to the forefront through his efforts with the media, never shying away from an interview or a tough question, always ready with a smile and an answer. I am happy for him to be reunited with his eternal companion.
He was the prophet of my youth. His signature was affixed to my mission call. He was larger than life, yet more humble than any other man on earth. He understood the need to love all. Even though he wouldn't know me from my neighbor if I met him, I always knew that he loved me as a member of the church and a child of God. He will be deeply missed.
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