I cannot believe how lucky Enrique and I are. We were given tickets to the funeral of President Gordon Bitner Hinckley this morning. What an amazing and fullfilling experience! The spirit was so strong, and I cannot help but feel sorrow for those who are lost, who dont have the truth. We have the truth right at our fingertips. And so many dont have it, or have lost it, or even worse dont want it. I digress....
It was a beautiful celebration of our Prophets life. They talked about his example, his legacy, his humor, his dedication, his love for all, his determination, and his dreams, to name a few things. It was our first time to sit in the Conference Center that this beloved President had created, and what a perfect time to marvel in its true magnificence! I am filled with the stories that were shared, and filled with the pure love that he had to offer. I am now, more than ever, convinced of the eternal life that lies in store for all of us and the job that is ours to do.
My heart broke when they showed the seat in between President Monson and Elder Eyring that he used to sit. It has never looked so empty, and you could see the longing in President Monsons look toward that empty seat. But he himself reminded us of seeing him again in the next life. There was an amazing reverence in that building that I have never experienced before, and one that I hope to never forget. As they wheeled his casket out, Enrique and I joined hundreds who started to wave their tissues at his exit. And a thought came to me.... Isnt it amazing that one man can be so loved? One man has touched so many, and these people that I see are only a minority!
Here is the program...

I love you all. I wish you all could have been there with me at this wonderous event. I hope you all are happy and well, and know without a doubt that we are eternal.

I also wanted to share with you a poem that I wrote right after the funeral as I was still in my seat. I had so much running through me, and it came very quickly. I hope you enjoy it.

My heart is full

Of joy and love:

My Prophet has returned

To the Lord above.

He was a beacon of light

For all,

And shared his wisdom

In spring and fall.

Words cannot express

The sorrow that's here,

But through all of this...

I have no fear.

In his death brings

The reassurance of life;

That this life is worth it:

All pain...all strife.

There is something more

For all who accept

That this life isnt "it",

Not the end...no, not yet.

My mind is filled

With so many things:

Like faith and endurance,

Love, and new beginnings.

Please know now,

If you have not figured out...

That this is my testimony!

I have no doubt!