It is the one year anniversary of my Grandfather's death. To me it doesn't seem like a whole year has gone by. We visited Grandma last week and she was in good spirits and mentioned the one year anniversary. I have fond memories of my grandfather and his dry wit. I remember one time driving in the car and he commented, "Oh, it's a lady mountain. The sign says soft shoulders." I also visited my grandparents on their fiftieth anniversary. It was a Sunday and I drove up from Provo to see them not realizing it was their anniversary. When I took their picture, Grandma told him to look like it had been a good 50 years. They did have good years. I now enjoy gardening like my grandfather. I was blessed with good Grandparents and feel fortunate to have good memories with all of them.
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I also can't believe it's been a year--it's gone by so fast. I was having dinner at Sweet Tomatoes on Friday night with girlfriends, and I looked out the window and could see where Grandma and Grandpa Taylor are buried; then I looked the other direction, and could see (almost) where Grandpa Gibby is buried. They were good grandparents, and I wish I could have appreciated them more as a child instead of thinking of it as a "chore" to go visit them.
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