I deleted all of my social media about a month ago and wasn’t planning on getting it back until I returned from my trip but I knew this was something worth sharing.
When I was 12 years old I was sitting on a couch at my uncle Bard’s funeral. My dad quickly came and got me and dragged me towards the line of people waiting to see my family. He introduced me to a very tall, friendly man standing in line. The man shook my hand, asked my name and I told him who my grandpa was. As I watched the man go and talk to my grandpa and the rest of my family, my dad leaned down to me and said, “Do you know who that is?” I quickly said I didnt. He looked at me and said, “One day very soon, that man will be the President of the LDS Church.” Through his 10 years as Prophet of the Church I came to know him as “my” prophet because his words were the ones that guided me after I got my concussion. He taught me how to find hope in the darkest and hardest days of my life.
I got to spend the last four years taking pictures at General Conference. While it was exhausting, what made it worth it was looking through my camera lens and seeing President Monson smiling and waving to the crowd (like in the photo I took above). I will forever miss getting to take pictures of him and hearing his words. Rest in Peace President Monson. Thank you for everything you did for me.