I feel a strange connection and even debt to President Hinckley. It can be said that President Kimball was the prophet of my youth, but President Hinckley has been the prophet of my adulthood. It is his positive outlook on life and ever infectious optimism that has given me hope on many a dark day of trial in the past twelve years. I will be forever grateful for this beacon of light in my sometimes dark and dreary life. One occasion of particular remembrance to me was after 9-11. This was such an uncertain time, I wondered what was the world coming to. When I heard about the broadcast that Pres Hinckley would speak at, I was excited to attend. I needed to hear the Prophet of the Lord tell me that everything would be OK. This he did and calmed my trouble heart at this difficult time.
Another especially difficult time in my life was the 10 weeks before we moved to Las Vegas. I would rock Camille to sleep each night while listening to primary songs. Often this would be a time to think about how much in my life seemed to be going wrong. It was so hard being a single parent in California while Marion had started teaching in Las Vegas. As I listened to those primary songs, I would see President Hinkley's smiling face in my mind. It was as if each night we would have a personal interview. And he would encourage me to go on for one more day. I can't even express in words how much this helped me through a time when I didn't think I would make it.
And so dear Prophet, a fond farewell. May God be with you til we meet again.