Sister Hinckley passed away today. I listened to President Hinckley share his concerns for her during the last session of conference. My heart goes to him and his family. I know that he knows, more than anyone on this earth, that his beloved wife is waiting for him. However, this also means he will probably go shortly, as well. Couples as in love and as close as those two rarely pass away far apart from one another.

Sister Hinckley was a wonderful example to all of us. I have admired her greatly, and I hope to someday be a woman so faithful and loving as she. I hope to stand by and support my husband in his work and his callings as she has. I love her and President Hinckley very much.

April 6th, 2004. April 6th is our church's birthday. Some speculate it is Christ's actual birthday as well. It is fitting that such a splendid woman of God, of such noble character, would pass on such a day.

Thank you, Sister Hinckley, for your example and your dedication to the work. Thank you for being such an exemplar of true motherhood, of womanhood, and of virtue. There are too few women in this world who are like you. We should all strive to be of that caliber.

"The Last Touch" - Lyrics

Their first touch was at 17 when they were alone in the park
and the moon was full, she was beautiful to him,
and her hair was long and her eyes were blue
and her skin was warm and she turned to him
and he thought that he knew what love was.

Another touch at 22 on their wedding night
and the stars were bright, she was beautiful to him,
and her hair smelled sweet and her lips were full
and her skin was warm and she turned to him
and he thought that he knew what love was.

And then again at 25 when the baby came
and the sun was high, she was beautiful to him,
and her hair was damp and her fingers shook
and her skin was warm and she turned to him
and he thought that he knew what love was.

Later on at 54, sitting on the porch
all the children gone, she was beautiful to him,
and her hair was grey and her forehead lined
and her skin was warm and she turned to him
and he thought that he knew what love was.

Their last touch at 85 was by her bed
and the moon was full, she was beautiful to him,
and her hair was thin and her eyes were closed
and her skin was cold and she turned to him
and he knew that he knew what love was.

After 68 years of laughter and tears,
he knew that he knew what love was.