After a week in the hospital, my 89 year old grandpa, passed away this week. He and my grandmother have been married 70 years. Can you imagine? When I think of Grandpa, I think of a tall, tan, smiling, deep voice, and silly songs. He loved to tell stories. He taught me how to fish. He tried to teach me to be patient. We would fish off the boat in the same spot for hours. Just waiting for those trout to nibble the marshmallow cheese or salmon eggs. Waiting and waiting and waiting. 30 plus years later, I still haven't learned it.
It is with great sadness that I will head to Utah for a funeral on Tuesday. The death notice appeared in the Examiner today.
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