I really need to study this morning. But, I can't seem to get my mind off the passing of Elder Wirthlin. So, I'm hoping this post will help me unload my feelings and that I will then find the will power to focus on finals (oh joy).
Elder Wirthlin was my good friend's granddad. And, perhaps not surprisingly because I've noticed this trait runs through all of the great people I know, Elder Wirthlin considered his familial responsibilities (in this case as granddad) paramount. So much so that through my interactions with him I didn't think of him as an Apostle or a great church leader (although he was both of those), but rather as a superb granddad.
I remember mowing his lawn, drinking his ice water, hearing him set-a-part my good friend for his mission, delivering him prescriptions, and many other interactions. Through them all he exuded kindness, love, generosity, and genuine concern. He was a great man. A great granddad. An apostle of the Lord. He will be missed.
But, thankfully for him, Sunday has come.
