The Longest Day of my Mission

Was 8 July 2015. The day I flew home. Technically speaking, it was the longest day, seeing as the plane went along with the sun. XD ahahah

Anywho. It's been brilliant. I have loved being a missionary, and really am looking forward to the next phases of my life, getting to help out my friends and family, rather than the people of the British Isles alone.

I'm so grateful for all of you who wrote me, those of you who read my letters, and even for those of you who didn't write me or really read my letters (probably including this one) but thought of me, and still love and care for me. So thanks!!

Technically speaking, I'm still a missionary today, as the Stake Presidency (the guys who say officially "You're done!") are all away with the youth of our church on a handcart trek, so I'll be released tomorrow morning.

I got to go to the temple this morning, which was an amazing experience, after not having been for two years, and after having been born again. I saw the whole experience through new eyes, and suddenly it became much more meaningful. I loved it so much.

Not gonna lie - it's pretty weird being home. I think it was my sister who said Everything is the same, besides you. Amen to that...

Hope you're all keeping well! Love you all! Cheers!

– Elder William Kevin Black

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Fwd: Final Photo

Our final moments at the mission home.

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