John & I took a flag out to Grandpa & Grandma Boothe's grave in Wasatch Cemetery. It doesn't seem that long ago that Grandpa passed away. He was such an amazing example of what it really means to be Christlike and humble. Not to mention he had a hilarious sense of humor. I'm sad that he never had a chance to meet John, but I never seem to get tired of telling stories from all the good times Grandpa and I had. Especially stories about taking him a bit of contraband Coca-Cola into the hospital after his shenanigans (falling while watering the lawn etc.) or stories of his incessant but seriously hysterical flirting with the nurses in the rehabilitation center while he got his mobility back. I really miss him.
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