My husband's grandpa passed away this morning. I was lucky enough to know him for the past nine years. He was funny, helpful, kind, loving, and so many other good things. This past summer we were able to visit with him and to record some of his stories. He was stationed in Cuba during World War II and he shared some great stories with us. Since my grandpas have been gone for over 15 years, I considered Grandpa Frank to be my grandpa. I loved to play games with him and to see him interact with the boys. He loved them so much. He will be missed by all of us.
Grandpa on his last visit to Utah
Grandpa and Boy #1 in 2006
Ready to chop wood
Boy #1 with Great Grandpa and dad
Boy #2 hanging out with Great Grandpa
Boy #1 with Great Grandpa and Grandma on our last visit
13 years ago
2 comments:
Our condolenses. I hate losing grandparents....
Oh, I'm sorry to hear about this. He must have meant a lot to you all.
Post a Comment