The End

The worse feeling ever is when you are watching a great movie and the ending comes and you just don’t want it to end.  Give me any Nicholas Sparks’ movie and I’ll feel that way.  I want it to go on for four hours, not two.  I finished my book today of the life of Henry B. Eyring and I just didn’t want it to end.  I dearly loved the book.  It has been a great friend the past few months.  I am now ready to begin a new book.  “The Biography of Thomas S. Monson.”  At least there are five hundred pages before that feeling hits again.  Aaaahhhhhh. . .