Today I woke up and it would be an ordinary Sunday. But it's been one surprising day. First I came home from church early today because the snow was coming in good where I live.


This evening, about twenty or thirty minutes ago, my family learned that
Gordon B. Hinkley, the prophet of my church, passed away. It's really odd when someone you know, but not
personally, dies. At least for me. I don't feel like crying, or really sad, just awed that they have left this earth for a different mission. I'll never forget him. He was a wonderful, lovely, funny old man.