A few years ago I was up in Utah for my Grandmother's funeral. While there I took a trip to the Salt Lake City cemetery to do some genealogy research. I found quite a few family head stones and also quite a few headstones for prominent figures in LDS history. I'm not freaked out by cemeteries. On the contrary, I think they are cool. It intrigues me to think of the history that is quite literally just under my feet. Of all the tombstones I saw that day only one made me sad. It was the headstone for Marjorie Hinkley, the wife of Gordon B. Hinkley. The stone had both of their names on it and it was a little uncomfortable to see the name of a living person on a tombstone. It saddened me think of the two of them being separated after having spent so much of their life together. I know it's kinda weird to think this way, but my heart was gladdened by the news this morning that these two are separate no longer. So long. I'll miss your leadership and sense of humor but I'm glad that you are once again with your sweetheart.