My Little "Souvenir"
You will never believe what happened to me today. I STILL can't believe it! It felt like a dream! Even as it was happening! I attended a sweet small funeral today. Stacey's (my sister in-law) grandmother passed away. I had left Kevin and the kids at home to attend the funeral figuring it would be best for my little ones not to distract from the spirit of their loss.
It was a lovely small funeral and to my wonderful surprise I walked in the room where the viewing took place and standing there was President Thomas S. Monson. Prophet of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints! He knew Stacey's grandmother. He was her Bishop when she had immigrated here from Holland. And President Monson does not forget a face or a name as I learned. Stacey's mother had also grown up with him and his little sister.
There were about 25 people there. Meeting the Prophet didn't require standing in a long line or catching a glimpse of him from a crowd of people. He was just there mingling and happily talking to anyone there! I shook is hand and told him how happy I was to meet him and that we pray for him every night. His reply was; "Great! We need it!" and then he asked what my relation to the family was. I was so taken off guard to him even being there that I could hardly say a WORD! I was all tongue twisted! To be caring a casual conversation with the PROPHET! HELLO! I was so mortified! It took me 10 minutes to responded to his question explaining that my brother is married to Anna's granddaughter. I KNOW I lost him with all that explaining! I was lost explaining it!
I stepped away for a moment and when I returned to the room I saw him talking to my mom who was sitting down in a row of chairs. I hurried and sat down beside her so I could hear him. He was so friendly. He commented to me; " you have a beautiful dimple in your chin just like me!" gesturing towards his chin. LOL And he remarked that my mother has one as well.
There was a vacant chair next me. The last one on the row. So he asked me, "I'm going to sit down here. Do you mind?" Do I mind? I couldn't scramble fast enough to remove that box of tissue sitting upon that chair! And after he sat down he said; "I guess I should have said MAY I sit here?" And my LAME response was "Yes you may" I'm laughing out loud right now because I have played TOO MANY games of Mother May I with my kids! So that was the first thing to my mind! (tears streaming!)
And so I sat there next to the Prophet for 20 minutes as he told story after story just like a visit with my grandpa. And he would pat my knee several times. And as people came up to talk to him, he would include me in his conversation by either looking at me or patting my knee or one time he even reached over and HELD MY HAND for a bit as he told this story about his primary president when he was a little boy. He would joke and was so joyful and pleasant. So real. He was talking about his favorite children's hymn Give Said The Little Stream. And how he was unhappy when he had found that it was taken out of the Children's Songbook. I had offered him a bottle of water after he had sat down but he politely declined. But as another girl came to meet him, she had brought him a bottle of water. He took it and held onto it while he visited. And after she had left he said; "here, do you mind holding this?" and handed it to me. So gladly, I held it for him!
Well after visiting and hearing joyful stories it was time to end the viewing and have a prayer before heading to the burial services. After the prayer I shook his hand and told him I have three children who will be so sad that they didn't get to meet him and what an honor it was to have met him. And he told me he was planning on coming to the burial.
He spoke briefly at the grave side service after which I went to shake his hand and to tell him thank you. As I did, I offered him his water again and he replied " Why don't you keep it as a souvenir!" As he laughed with his glorious smile!
Oh if he only knew! Not only will I keep it as a souvenir but I will also blog about it too! Ha! (Too bad I didn't have my camera) So here I am. Telling my story.
It was such a wonderful opportunity! I feel so lucky to have shared 20 minutes of his time, his life. It was a great privilege! The spirit that he carries is just so radiant! I was so touched by his presence! Such a confirmation to my testimony! To meet him! When I picture the Prophet, I picture him sitting shoulder to shoulder with great people, great Apostles, great leaders. And there he was, sitting shoulder to shoulder with ME! It felt SO cool! I was so sad my family wasn't there to see him. When I had returned home and told the kids what had happen, Cole was so mad at me for not taking him! I didn't think he would care that much. But it was kind of cute. He just begged me when I could see the Prophet again so he could come. He prays for him every night! I'm so sad that such an occurrence might never happen again. But hopefully by us living in this city on the "stomping grounds" of the Prophets and Apostles he'll be able to experience this someday too. :)

















