It was a beautiful service and a wonderful tribute to an amazing man. The amount of people that attended was staggering. It just goes to show how many lives he has touched throughout his time here.
Grandpa was kind and honest. He was honorable and strong and talented and wise. We didn't see one another often, due to the distance, but he had a quiet way of showing his love.
One example is one summer when I was about 7 or 8. I had brought my favorite doll, Brooklyn, along on the trip to Canada for the family reunion. We went out picking huckleberries and I insisted on bringing my doll with me. I ended up putting her down somewhere and couldn't find her when it was time to leave. I was a sad little girl. I'm not sure if it was weeks or months, (my memory is horrible) but my grandpa and grandma showed up in Soda Springs, Idaho for a surprise visit--and Grandpa had Brooklyn. He had gone back to the huckleberry patch and found her and brought her back to me. They didn't often take the long trip (about 12 hours!) to Idaho. I don't think I have to tell you how special that made me feel.
Grandpa had an amazing smile. He had a wonderful speaking voice. He took me and the rest of my cousins on "lion hunts" every year at the reunion. He gave us "whisker rubs" and made us giggle. He loved to make people smile. I am so proud to be his granddaughter.
I love you grandpa.
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