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.