Pres. Hinckley’s Funeral..

As I am a bit back logged with my silly computer problems, I am just now posting this, I know I have already posted on our Prophets death, but as my sister and I were able to attend the funeral, it is something I will remember as a touching and special memory in my life. I want to record it. I had so many thoughts, and wonderful memories of our wonderful prophet, while I sat in the conference center, waiting for the funeral to begin, during and after. It was a time for me to remember, to grieve, and to cry, as well as accept the death of this wonderful man. But most of all it was peaceful.
I have an overwhelming sense of gratitude, and felt I really needed to record it.

I am grateful for his family, that they allowed us to share in this special time with them.
I am grateful for his smiling face. I will miss seeing it.
I am grateful for a good laugh, he so often brought to me.I will miss his sweet sense of humor.
I am grateful for a man who had so many responsibilities as a prophet, but yet was so aware of the members of this church, that he strove to make temple attendance more available to those around the world.
I am grateful for a man, who tried to break a cycle. A cycle of poverty, with the perpetual education fund.
I am grateful for a man who respected his parents, and morned the loss of a mother, and taught youth to respect, love and honor their parents.
I am grateful for a man who truely shaped me into the person I am. His words, his teachings, are in my core, a piece of who I am, so with the loss of him, I am of course, grieving a loss, a piece of myself. I will miss that piece.
I am also grateful for the peace that comes from the knowledge of the succession of our next prophet, President Monson.
We thank thee, O God, For our Prophets.