President Hinkley passed away on Sunday. I haven’t taken the time to write anything about this until now because mainly I wanted to figure out what it meant for me. President Hinkley, as prophet of my church has been a big part of my life for well, most of my life. As a child, he was always part of the first presidency helping out the prophets that preceded him and to me was almost someone that was bigger than life. I have had many times where I have had the priviledge to go see either a choir performance or General Conference and President Hinkley was there. It is an awesome site to be in the room with 20,000 other people when the prophet of the Lord enters. Have you ever experienced being with 20,000 other people and having a hush come over them so quickly? The reverence shown him was amazing and those moments would make the hairs on my arms stand up and goosebumps would pop out. And then with a swing of his cane, President Hinkley would look up at all of us as if to say “oh, sit down! My goodness. What’s the fuss?” He was a humble man. A man who loved the church, the people and his wife so dearly. When Sister Hinkley died a couple years ago, her death brought tears to my eyes because I knew that our time with President Hinkley would be so short. How could he go on without her? I was certain that if I cried over her, that his death would mean endless tears for me. Yet on Sunday evening when my big brother called with the news, my reaction was completely opposite. I didn’t cry a single tear. I was told that my experience with Mike passing away is too fresh. That I probably couldn’t react because I was still in such grief over losing him. Yes. I grieve for Mike because I miss him terribly. I have a lot of life yet to live and it pains me to know that I will live it alone and without his companionship and counsel. But that’s not why I don’t grieve for President Hinkley. I rejoice in his life. He lived A LOT and he gave us so much. His example lives on and we are the better for it. My first thoughts when I learned of his passing turned to his beloved wife. Their reunion must have been so wonderful. So, my sadness for having lost our prophet is fleeting because my happiness for him reminds me that one day I, too will have a great reunion. I hope that Mike got to witness President Hinkley’s welcoming into Heaven so he can tell me about it some day. I am sure it was a beautiful thing.
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