It was good to be home, but adjusting was interesting. I got busy immediately working, remodeling our attic and helping the missionaries, which seemed to be a manifestation of denial. I missed my name tag.
I did, however, bump into ELDER HOLLAND at a Young Single Adults conference. He served in Chile as the Area President for three years. When I informed him of my recent return from my mission, he grabbed my face in his hands, gave me a kiss on the forehead and said: “Then you are one of mine.”
In the meantime…
… Nate was busy saying goodbye to Africa. He was beloved by all who met him. As you can see from the expression of the gentleman in the front, they were not yet ready to let leave one who had served and loved them so selflessly.