Wow. That was a shock- I just barely learned that Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin died last night. I hate having people die. I know they are better off, my problem is ME. I hate letting go of people and I have a really hard time with it. I feel really attached to the 12 apostles and First Presidency- I know their voices, names, even facts about their lives. Realize that I've had the same apostles from the time President Hunter died 'til a few years ago when Elder Haight died and started the chain of dyingness. Each man's death is a blow to me, I think because they've always been there, and for some reason I think that they will always be there. It's like my grandparents all over again. Don't get me wrong, I love all of our new apostles as well and I know they were called of God, I think I have some issues with change is all.
Elder Wirthlin was amazing. I remember him coming and giving us a fireside at BYU-I, and from that time forward, I really paid special attention to what he had to say. He was very good at making things personable, doable. I don't know how to explain it, I just remember how I felt so good after his talk, and not like a failure, and also that I wanted to be better for myself and not anyone else.