I did not plan on saying good-bye. Just a few weeks ago I sat squished up next to him in our church pew listening to Brylee give her Father's Day talk, his familiar hand resting on mine. Then just a month ago he stood with other men in a circle around Branson as Branson received the Priesthood.
He was my neighbor all my growing up years, he was a fireman hero, a cowboy through and through, a handsome temple worker dressed in white and he was my Grandpa. I miss him already.