
I have never been happier to live in Utah than during the week after the death of President Hinckley. I was thrilled by the every channel, every station, coverage of his life and the funeral plans. I loved hearing people talk about him. The outpouring of love for President Hinckley was seen and heard everywhere. By far the most touching tribute came on Monday morning. Apparently the word of President Hinckley's death spread to the youth by text messaging, followed quickly by the suggestion to dress up at school on Monday in his honor. During first period I noticed many kids dressed in their Sunday clothes. I asked one, an athlete, if he had a game that day (they often dress up on game days). He said, "No, some of us just wanted to dress up today." I asked, "Why?" "For President Hinckley" was his reply. I was amazed. The next hour a boy from Mexico told me the essentially the same thing: "because the Prophet died." I quit asking and just smiled at them the rest of the day--and felt bad that no one told the teachers of the plan.
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