You will be missed

Tom woke me up at 11 o'clock last night to tell me that our beloved Prophet had died. I knew this day was coming but I honestly didn't believe him. How do you know? My dad told me. How does he know? The missionaries told him. He has been the one prophet that I have really really known. I think deep down I didn't want to believe him. I certainly didn't sleep well after that. Between needing to go to the bathroom, blowing my nose, thinking about the Prophet, thinking about Primary, needless to say I watched the clock tick by several hours. Can you imagine the reuniting with his sweet wife? This man has been such a part of our lives for so long that we know him even though we didn't know him. You will be dearly missed President Hinkley. Thank you for encouraging me to be a better person. Thank you for loving us all. Thank you for your influence throughout all these years. We are so happy for you and your sweet homecoming. But you will certainly be missed.