The death of the prophet Gordon B. Hinckley was a significant event in the life of many who are reading this. It was one of those events that will always be remembered. I was lucky enough to go to the Conference Center and see a prophet of God resting peacefully in the Hall of the Prophets. As I watched the funeral a few days later, for the first time I was struck with a wave of emotion that overcame me. The poem below was written with tear filled eyes and an aching heart. Let us know if you remember seeing this empty chair as well.
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