On Sunday morning my alarm rang at 7 am. I looked at my phone. The very first thing I saw was that President Nelson had passed away in the night. I was surprised at how heartbroken I felt. At 101 years old, it certainly wasn’t unexpected. Still, he was a great man, and the world felt lonelier knowing he was gone.
I felt like my heart was bursting, so I went in and woke up Andrew and Nate. I needed to tell someone. I woke them up, told them the news (to which they expressed sweet condolences) and then told them to go back to bed until church.
On the Monday a week following, Andrew, Nate and I all went down to the conference center to attend the viewing of the prophet. It was a hallowed moment of honor for a man who has given this world so much.
