I was reminded as we went of how special Grandpa was to me in my life. I remember one time when I was 6 or so that I had just gotten in trouble by Mom for doing something bad (which probably means Brenna did it and I got blamed for it. Oh the joys of being the oldest). I was so distraught as was typical for my dramatic 6 yr old self and so I called Grandpa and said, "Mom is being mean to me!" I don't really remember what Grandpa said to that, but he came over to our house about 20 minutes later, picked me up, took me to the store, and bought me the biggest stuffed animal I had ever seen. I slept with my new favorite rabbit every night.
Unfortunately we forgot to bring candy to put on his grave, so instead we headed to Dairy Queen and got blizzards in memory of Grandpa. Mom got a Heath one, Grandpa's favorite.
I am so thankful that I had such a great example, teacher, and grandpa that showed me what true charity really is.
On Memorial Day we also had a ward BBQ and considering I was asked to bring a dessert I thought I'd try and copy my mom and make some delicious tarts like she made at the baby shower.
I did it a little differently than she did, but I think they turned out great! And I took the tray home empty so I think everyone else agreed :)