I am so lucky I got to have a special and close relationship with him. It meant the world to him if you were there- just simply there. Time was a one of the greatest gifts he could receive.
I was lucky to be able to live with him and my Grandma for a while.
After Dan and I were married, we spent one night nearly every week for a few years having pizza and game night with Gramp and Gram. We have beautiful memories.
My Gramps loved hunting and fishing. He loved to paint. Gramps loved his yard, and always made it a magical and beautiful place to be.
After my Grams died, I took the time to go to the temple with my Grandpa, until his hip bothered him so he couldn't sit through a session any more. It was special to do endowments with him.
I feel a bit scattered about all my memories. I have so so many. I have treasured stories he shared from his life.
I loved to kiss his bald head, and give him hugs. I loved his comb over. No one had a cuter comb over than this Gramp. It was the kind of comb over that was just a few hairs. Not much there, but he would carefully comb it over and protect it in the wind.
My Gramps hated snakes. I will never forget about 11 years ago he and I were working out in the yard one spring and all of a sudden my Gramps was running and jumping and pounding a shovel on the ground. I looked up and ran over and asked what was the matter. He said, "There's a damn snake!!" I quickly picked that poor garter snake up and took it to the field, then giggled at how fast my gramps had moved.
I am so glad that even though Cameron won't remember, he got to know my grandpa. As a newborn, Cameron responded to my Gramps in a magical and special way. He would just look at him and listen to his soft voice.
I am going to share a ton of pictures. Til we meet again Grandpa. I love you. Give my Grams and Mom some big hugs for me.
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