The year was 1998 and Jon and I had just moved into Valley View ninth ward in a suburb of Utah in Holladay. When I first approached him I wasn't sure whether to call him brother Monson, or President Monson so every time I saw him I'd just say "hello, how are you!" For the two years we lived there we probably saw him about ten times. The times I saw him were always lively and cheerful, and was full of caring and service. He was so easy to talk to, always smiling, and very relatable. Sierra was almost three when we moved in, and too young to process the thought of having an apostle of the Lord in our church, but oh the memories I have of speaking Spanish with him the times I did see him, and shake his hand every time I saw him as well as giving him a hug every now and then will always be cherished in my heart. I only wish I appreciated him more as an apostle because at the time I knew him I was a young mom struggling in areas I never thought I would, but the more children I had, and the older I got my testimony of having a living prophet grew stronger.
President Monson is the only apostle Chelsea and Noah have grown to know, and even though Noah is eight he knows what an important man he
So grateful for the opportunity I had to witness his service in his home ward even if it was for a short time, and for the example he set for me to be a better wife, mother, and overall human being! He truly
There's also a beautiful tribute of him that you can watch on lds.org