Dad called me a few minutes ago with the news that Pres. Hinckley had died. I initally felt very sad--what a loss to the world--but that sadness was quickly replaced by joy that he is Home and with his wife again. 97 is a long, long time to live.
I will miss his sense of humor. Remember him waving his cane when they sang happy birthdy to him? Oh, and one of the funniest things I ever saw was him "knighting" Pres. Eyring with his cane. He never acted like he was an important person; he was very humble. Yet he was one of the most influencial person in millions of people lives. He was an example of how we all should live. I will miss him.
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It wasn't that shocking when I heard, just kinda sighed, but then all I could think about was that he was with his wife. He missed her so much. It made all the heartache better somehow. My oldest had a hard time. He has been prophet for her whole life. Then I realized that I was her age when Pres. Kimball died. He was the only prophet I had known at that age. We talked alot about it. DH had taught the girls the First Presidency's names back in October and when we told her who the next prophet was she said "Well I know him!" and everything was okay. That little inspiration of his really helped her.
My favorite memory will be of him carrying that cane. It made me laugh everytime I saw it.
That's so darling that she said she knows him. Totally cute.
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