Our Beloved Prophet

Last night while we were at my parents Brian came out of the TV room downstairs saying President Hinckley had died. I looked at him and said it couldn't be true, but he just told me he'd recieved two test messages from friends. We all ran upstairs and heard it on the radio. My heart was broken. I confess that I cried in my shock. I feel his loss, but rejoice in thinking of the reunion he must of had with his sweet wife Marjorie. What a joyful day in heaven!

I had the opportunity to see him at the temple a few years back. I was there doing baptisms, and almost ran into him as I walked toward the baptistry. Security directed me back up the hall as the first presidency walked through. I remember Pres Hinckley stop, look at each of us standing there and he raised his cane in hello. I will never forget the love that I felt that day seeing our prophet in the house of the Lord.

He was loved by his people and will be missed.