Two weeks ago I was in New York with a black badge on my chest waving goodbye to my 6'7" Mission President from the other side of security.

It was honestly really, really sad. PAPAAAA! MISSION! THE PEOPLE I LOVE! MY LIFE! You can imagine. Actually, simply, my heart just hurt.

On the last plane ride, however, after the kind woman next to me passed out in the isle, I saw it. The Nuclear wasteland of home <3 and I felt peace.

FOREVER CALLED, BABY.