My sweet grandpa passed away over Easter weekend, and I have to pay tribute to him this memorial day weekend.
He was a true leader, in every sense of the word.
People listened when he spoke, he had more energy than anyone, and he gave it all to his family.
I love him because he grew up without a father figure in his life. This was very rare and frowned upon in his day, and his mother was a saint to raise her family.
She was strong and relied on her faith to get her through. Grandpa took the lessons he learned and created a lasting eternal family that I’m blessed to be part of.
His sweetheart Carmen was my grandmother. Their first date was New Year’s Eve and the romance stayed alive until she passed away. He would spend long hours caring for her, pushing her, and making her laugh.
In his older years his mind suffered, but he stayed sweet and loving.
This is our last picture together.
This is during a visit over the holidays.
I love him. I grew up just down the road from him. He was there singing at the top of his lungs every birthday. He was at my dance recitals. He was at my brother’s sporting events.
He was even the one who sealed my husband I together forever in the temple.
He gave his life to Jesus Christ, and I know he was ready to meet his maker.
I’m so proud to carry on your legacy, grandpa. As a general in the army, you achieved great rank. You were respected in every endeavor, and most of all by your family.
Happy Memorial Day to all those who serve our country selflessly.
God Bless the USA, and God bless my grandpa! I love you.