I recently received the sad news that my mission president, Presidente Hadfield passed away. It's funny how the Lord works in mysterious ways because I sort of lost contact with all my mission peoples, and for some strange reason I decided to check my e-mail that I hadn't checked in years and someone had just posted the news. I swear I cried all night long. My husband is so nice, he was trying to comfort me, but I told him I feel like I lost my dad (my mission dad) It's crazy how life happens, one day you're here and the next day you could be gone. I'm just grateful that he was a part of my life, and a very important part of my testimony. It's been 5 years since I've been home from my mission now, and I remember his testimony and his teachings as if he just taught me yesterday. I'm very blessed to have known him and my heart goes out to his wife, Hermana Hadfield. I was going to fly down to California for his funeral services, but since they will hold one here in Utah, I will make sure to go to that one. In the process of this whole sad event, I got to get back in contact with one of my best sisters from the mission, Hermana Quinn.... she said I'm the "prodigal friend" because I was lost touch for a little bit, but now I'm found.....it's sad that situations like this have to happen to bring people together, but I'm glad to be back on the bandwagon!
