I love thinking about my grandpa.
I have so many sweet memories.
He often made me laugh with his silly jokes or by scarring me or startling me.
He always gave tight warm hugs.
He always had a kind smile and words of love as we greeted or departed.
He told many stories from his past which I cherish.
I loved playing games and watching him tease grandma.
I loved hearing him pray. It was sincere and a true conversation with our father in heaven.
I loved seeing how much he loved my grandma. He showed her by sweet gifts like roses and jewelry. But it also showed as he gently held her shoulders or put an arm around her or gave her a sweet kiss.
I miss him dearly. My heart aches for my grandma! How hard it must be to have the person you have lived with for 67 years gone. Only temporarily of coarse, but still gone. It was an emotional day for me. A speaker at the funeral services said something like, "being sad doesn't lessen your testimony of the plan of salvation. It's painful because you love them and miss them." I know we will see him again.
How exciting and glorious that day will be. I'm so grateful for the love my grandpa had for me.
Sometimes I wonder how our Father in Heaven can love us all so completely.
But my grandpa loved all us grandchildren in a similar way.
I think it was my aunt Trisha who said our love never stops growing.
As much love we pour out of our pitcher the pitcher continues to be full.
I hope I can love like my grandpa loved.
I hope I can work hard like he did.
I hope I can serve like he served.
I hope I can continue to transform into the daughter of God I am meant to be like he transformed into the Son of God he was meant to be.
I hope I can continue his legacy.
How I love my grandpa and am grateful for the choices he made and life he lived!
Pictures from a family party 2012
| Grandpa probably joking around |
| Immediate love afterwards |
| Tickling toes was a common occurrence |
| My dad's funny family. My dad constantly provokes his sisters. |
Pictures from the funeral.



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