Friday, June 20, 2008
My Grandpa died on Wednesday night. It's so strange how sad something can be when it's what you've been praying for and what you've been hoping would happen. I keep thinking about how free he must feel. He's been sick for so long and in pain even longer. Now, he can walk and move and talk and eat again normally. He's with family that he hasn't seen since he was a child. My grandparents have always strived to be a part of their grandchildren's lives. I'm sure he was at my baby blessing. He was at my baptism, my high school graduation, my college graduation from USU. He came all the way to Arkansas to be with me in the temple when I received my endowment. He came all the way to Minnesota to come to my wedding. When my parents moved back to Arkansas my junior year at USU, I was quite lonely. My grandparents made sure I was busy and loved and always had a place to go. I would come down for weekends and spend time and be fed good food and relax. They helped make that transition so much easier. I have been very lucky to be their grand daughter.
Grandma's coming home tomorrow. I'm excited for her to be back at home and to hopefully be of some comfort to her. I'm excited to be with family and celebrate my Grandpa who was admittedly a little scary when I was little, was a brilliant business man, and mellowed into a very loving and supportive grandpa.