
I had to use this one. It is my favorite. It's just so him. I love him. I miss him already so much. He passed away early in the morning of June 7th. He went to the hospital the day before, my aunt Susan was with him. I know it is mostly family who reads this, and you've all done your own posts too. But just for my sake I have to write down some of my feelings. He's my grandpa. The only one I ever knew. But he was good enough for two! I think the grandkids are having a harder time than his kids! Maybe not. We all keep asking if the tears will stop, but they don't, and we have him to blame for it!
Jen already said a lot of what I am feeling, but here goes: I know he was 92. I know he was getting worse. I know he lived a WONDERFUL, full, great life. I know that we were all blessed to have him this long, I know I was blessed to have him be my grandpa, I know it is good he went so fast, I know, I know, I know. But it is still hard, and I still cry, and I will still miss him all the time.
I am so glad that I got to see him a few times in the last couple of months. I saw him in March when we were down for a few days, and I went to his distinguished Nevadan award, and spent time with him later that day. AND he came to my cousin's wedding last week. We had a big get together over at my cousins house, and then I saw him the next day at the luncheon. He was always smiling, watching the kids, smiling, speaking kind words.
I have the BEST memories of him. I was talking to Chelsie the other day, and I said, you know he just made us all feel so special. Like we were the best grandchild in the world. He had a really special talent at that, because I know all us grandkids are thinking, but nobody can feel like this right now, how I feel, about losing him. He was our hero.
Some of my favorite things and best memories about gramps:
-His smile. He was always smiling.
-His stories. I really hope these are all on video somewhere.
-His voice, gruff but loving. I especially loved when he yelled at the cows!
-His love of his family. Nothing was more important. And we knew it. Everybody did.
-His love of the gospel.
-His bolo ties!
-His cowboy hats.
-His love of the temple.
-His love of nature- the ranch.
-His kind heart.
-How much he loved Adam.
-When he would scare us to death.
-Leaving $20 on my bed after they would stay the night.
-Giving me one of his cowboy hats when I was in highschool. A treasure.
-Him sitting and watching the kids for hours out the window at the ranch.
-Sitting in his chair brushing his teeth.
-Giving him haircuts.
-Watching him talk to, tease, and play with kids.
-My very first horse ride on my own horse, he took me and britt. Big moment.
-His hugs.
-Him ALWAYS telling me how much he loved me, and Adam.
-His generosity.
-Never speaking bad of others.
But my VERY favorite thing about my grandpa is him with my grandma. My cousin took this picture a while ago while they were walking to the car. This is how they were. Always. They were married 63 years. They were the most loving couple I have ever seen. It is a goal. My grandma is incredible. She made sure that he was always taken care of. We will all have to do that for her now. Words will never express how much we all love him. It is something that can only be felt. Just thought I'd get this down, before my eyes completely swell shut over the next few days.