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Tribute to the late LDS President Hinckley

I will miss President Hinckley. This is worth watching.

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That's really cool. Thank you for sharing. :)
Maryanne said…
Wow, if you feel like you haven't cried enough, watch this clip.

I am amazed to hear that Glen Beck felt the same way I did upon hearing the news. I had dreaded the day that President Hinckley would leave us. I knew that I would be so upset. But, like Glen, I surprised myself. My very first thought was, "That's wonderful ! He finally is with his wife once again!" Yes, it was a warm feeling.

He will be missed more than words can express, but I wouldn't want it to be any other way. It was time. He had given his all. And then some. It was time for this "good and faithful servant" to return home into the loving arms of his Savior, and his beloved wife Marjorie.
Heidi said…
I didn't know that guy was a member. Thanks for sharing that video
Callisto said…
I was bawling after this clip. Thank you so much for posting.
Julie V. said…
That was so awesome. I didn't react the same way Glenn did, I was bawling my head off for purely selfish reasons of course. I wanted President Hinckley here with us forever! But as the initial shock wore off, the happiness I felt for him prevailed. He is now in a place that we all hope to be in one day.
Thanks for posting that video. Now you know why I am such a HUGE Glenn Beck fan. He has a heart.
Michele said…
Thank you for your wonderful post and tribute to President Hinkley. I am glad to see that you appreciated Glen Becks comments as much as I did.
such a sweeeeeet tribute. i have a tender place in my heart for glenn beck since he has adopted children through LDSFS.
WOW! I had not seen that clip before! It takes a bold person to be able ot go on public TV and say what he said....

and im glad he did! I hope thousands were able to see this clip!

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