President Gordon B. Hinckley ~ 1910 - 2008 I shook his hand once (before he was ordained the Prophet) and I could feel his kindness envelop me in its embrace. Seriously, that is how it felt - I don't know any other way to describe it. It was like one big, ginormous, warm hug. And with a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step he moved on to the next person in line. But I will never, as long as I live, forget what it felt like in his presence. What I felt in his presence.
I was planning on posting a Sundance blog today, but it seemed trivial and silly in light of real world sadness. Please stay tuned for the 2008 Film Festival wrapup blog though...I will post it sometime this week.
3 comments:
Heather I am always impressed with your sensitivity and intuitiveness.
I have never gotten to shake his hand but I have been in his presence and you are right he literally exudes peace and wellbeing. Isn't it thrilling to think of the reunion going on. I
am so happy for him. I love you dearly. Thanks for sharing your inner most thoughts. You are as alway eloquent. Mom
Heather, you're special. I came to share silly thoughts on the Jane Austen movies and found a tender reminder of a dear leader and friend whom we've had to let go of for now. Sophie was very sad to hear that he passed away, and I agreed that he and Sister Hinckley are the lucky ones right now (and all of their relatives who they had to lose years ago). I'm so glad he's not lonely and that he was with family when he went, but I'll miss him too.
We can't wait to see you in a few weeks!
Love, Dianna, David, and the buggies
Hi again, we're all in a place, right, about President Hinckley's death. Lots has been said - how you wrote about him here feels consoling and to me just right.
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