That brings back memories on two levels.
I met Pres. Hinckley back in the 60's, in Florida. He impressed me as a warm and loving man.
Then, in 1970, I was living in Utah when Pres. David O. McKay, then the Church President, died.
It was mid-January and the day of the viewing was cold with an icy drizzle. Lines around the entire block wound around and back and around again. My four young boys stood patiently in line with me for almost 4 hours by the time we passed the casket to say goodbye to "The Prophet's Prophet" as he was called. He had served as the leader of the Church for 17 years.
He was 96 when he passed, but when we looked upon his face, it was if he were ageless. So serene. And his spirit could be felt around you.
My young sons, ages 7, 8, 10 and 14, were so impressed by what they felt, they asked if we could go get in line again. (We didn't!)
The next day, he was laid to rest on a hillside overlooking Salt Lake City. A gray, overcast day - until the hearse carrying his casket arrived. AS the doors were opened and the casket was being removed, the clouds opened just enough for a bright ray of sun to drop directly on it - and lit it's way to the grave site, where it lit up the grave - the only spot of sun that day.
Painting of David O. McKay by Alvin Gittins.)