Three pokes of a thistle

I went to President Hinckley's funeral on Saturday and I left feeling 3 things: first, I was most moved and impressed when President Hinckley's daughter spoke. She spoke of him as a father first and a Prophet second. And the Spirit reaffirmed to me that being a husband and father is the most important thing on earth, even more important than being the Prophet. Second, I missed Nicole like crazy during the funeral and wanted to tell her that I love her for the whole day afterwards. I am not sure why exactly, but I do know that the pit was enormous in my heart. Which is funny because Bishop Burton (I think) spoke of having a gorge dug into your heart and filling it with compassion. That is God's main purpose for heartbreak I think. It makes you more understanding and more capable of loving in the future. And third, I felt grateful that I'm alive and that in the end, everything works out for the best. President Hinckely knew it, President Eyring knows it, and I'm becoming more and more sure of it everyday.