This is one of the most adorable pictures of him and Sister Hinckley.
In preparation to learn more from him and about him, I'm drawing on all my mind powers to remember him. He was the prophet of my youth, and he left a distinct impression on my life.
I remember when he challenged all members to read the Book of Mormon. We read it as a family and I was asked to speak about the experience in church. I recall feeling guilty for not reading it on my own, but looking back, there was nothing wrong (and likely many things right) with reading the Book of Mormon in a family setting.
I remember the 6 Bs: be smart, be clean, be true, be prayerful, be grateful, be humble. I also remember that he later added 3 more Bs: be positive, be still, be involved.
I remember when he dedicated the Salt Lake Conference Center and how the pulpit was built from a walnut tree that he planted.
I remember when he waved his cane at general conference.
I remember that he focused on building temples all over the earth.
I remember when he issued the Proclamation on the Family and the Living Christ.
I remember when he was on 60 Minutes.
I remember that he was confident that everything would work out.
And I remember when he died. I know exactly where I was and how I found out. I was sitting on the stairs at ward prayer during my freshman year and a friend announced it to the ward. My roommate burst into tears. Two days earlier, my Living Prophets class had finished our unit on President Hinckley. It felt like I had finally gotten to know him, and then he left.
Well, he's back in a way, and I look forward to learning even more about him this year. Miss you, President Hinckley!
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