I love my gampa and my gampa loves me

Last week my dear, sweet grampa passed away. I've always hated the cancer word but it's a whole new story when it hits you personally. My grampa has been fighting this cancer for months now. He battled it well and has left a great legacy behind. We're blessed to know that he is free of any pain or suffering. We knew it was getting close when he was put on hospice so we were lucky enough to be able to spend some of his last moments with him. This particular day was extra special because he was awake, alert and interacting so much. I'll always remember it. We got to hear a few of his favorite jokes/phrases again and exchange endearing words. It was a tender mercy for our family.
Since my grandpa is a veteran he got to be burried at the veteran's memorial in Bluffdale. I was so proud of him. He got the gun salute and everything. It was such an honor.

After the graveside memorial my grandma requested that each of the grandkids pick a flower from his bouquet to remember him by. The whole thing was just so beautiful. The funeral was perfectly done. I can't even really remember being at any funerals before but I really think they are so beautiful, and peaceful. For the most part it was a happy day. Reminiscing and sharing memories of him and the great life he led.

Here's some of the grandkids with my grandma. I feel so lucky to have been the oldest grandchild having known my grandpa for 25 years. I got to learn from his example and enjoy his personality and gain a relationship with him. I'll always love my gampa!

I'm grateful for the knowledge that the gospel brings us about the plan of salvation. And I'm grateful for a family that loves and supports eachother especially throught hard times. I hope I can have a family just the same one day.