The prophet and president of my church died tonight at age 97. He has served as the prophet for the last 12 years and as an apostle before that for longer than I’ve been alive. I was honestly surprised by my emotions at his passing.
I love him and I wasn’t sad, even for a second. I surprise myself with how little doubt there is in my mind that he’s with his Marjorie, the wife he’s been missing terribly for years. They are together now. He gave amazing service right until the end. He is one of my greatest heroes and examples. He did more good in his life than most people will ever think about doing and tonight he got his ticket home.
He died surrounded by family and he emerged on the other side surrounded by family. I don’t fear a death like that.