I have lots of memories of my grandpa. Motorcycle rides, lagoon, trips to Southern Utah, motorcycle rides, camping, fishing, Christmas parties with Santa, did I mention motor cycle rides? Sunday dinners, lots and lots and lots of dishes washed, backside broom smacks to get sand off my clothes, rolls on the grass to finish getting sand off, spotless house, oatmeal, cream of wheat, name calling, and gardening. These are just a few of the many many memories I have of my grandpa, which are probably shared by many of you. One memory of him that is especially dear to my heart was when I was a very young, naive 16 year old girl who had decided to get married at this super young age. One Sunday, we were gathered having a family dinner like we always did. I came in and grandpa asked "where is Ricky?" I told him we didn't bring him because my mom and dad were uncomfortable with it (rightfully so, we were not married yet). He got his car keys and said "cmon, we are going to get him". When grandpa spoke you did what he said, so I left the family dinner with grandpa and went to get Ricky, who was at least 30 minutes away. I was shocked! He wanted Ricky to be comfortable, feel included and be part of the family. I will never forget the way that made me feel. I knew he cared about these two young, dumb kids, and I've never forgotten it. Was he perfect? No. Did he make mistakes? Absolutely. But who is perfect and who hasn't made mistakes? He was the perfect grandpa for me and I know he blessed many lives while he was here. Even with his gruffness you knew you were loved by all the service and hard work he gave. I love you grandpa