
My sweet sweet grandpa passed away this past Monday. I know that I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't for his influence. I was lucky. I got to spend this long with a grandpa - 32 years. After they served an LDS mission they moved into my grandpa's parents home, right next door to my parents. Just one more reason why I was so lucky. There will be an irreplaceable void, but the memories that he created in my heart are there for ever. AND I will make sure that his legacy will live on and my daughter will be able to take from that. I have had a piece of paper in my visor of my car all week to scribble down thoughts to nothing will be forgotten.
Some of my favorites...
His deep booming voice - and they way he said "Well hello there", with his head slightly tilted low so you got a full view of his heavy brows.
His kisses. My grandpa was a kisser - I always got a kiss from him.
Hair cuts. I was lucky enough to have gotten to spend a lot of time just him and I cutting his hair - his full head of hair, that just barely started to get white the last few years. We always joked that after my grandam passed I would finally give him a flat top like his brother, Johnny's. He really wanted one. But my grandma said that he looked like an angry German with his hair like that.
I will share my big list shortly.

The part that pulls at my heart the most. Is the love that he had for my grandma, his sweet heart. They have been together almost 60 years. SIXTY YEARS. I went to be with my mom on Monday. She wasn't home, so I walked up to their house. They still hadn't come to get my grandpa. When they did my grandma gave him one last love, that is the first time I have ever in my life heard my grandma cry. Happy and sad tears yes, but crying, that was a first. My heart aches for her. She is such a strong women, my mom gets it from her. But to be with your love for that long and now no longer. The service that she gave him until the end... The love that she had for him until the end... she is an example to us all.












