My paternal grandpa passed away yesterday. He was 91 (?). He'd been sick for some time, and I took the chance to see him last November, assuming it would be the last time I would get to see see him. It was.
I am flying in to attend the funeral on Monday.
I spent many Sunday afternoons of my childhood at grandma and grandpa's house in Provo, playing in their backyard and all over their house. I sometimes "helped" Grandpa out in the garage, where he had a work room, building furniture from wood. He was very into photography, in addition to carpentry, and he took many pictures of his whole family--his wife, five sons, their wives, and 36 grandkids. I lost track of how many great-grandkids long ago.
4 comments:
So sorry for your loss.. I had a very special grandpa and lost him right after I got married, it's never easy. Have a safe trip.
Thanks, chas.
Sarah, We're so glad that you will get to come out. sorry it has to be for such an occasion. we miss you guys.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Sarah. Even after such a long life, I'm sure it's not easy to see him go.
All of my grandparents passed away long before I was born. They are the people I most long to meet.
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