My kind Grandpa Arnold died yesterday morning. He is missed.

This is one of my favorite pictures of him.

For a time reference, the sleeping girl slung over his shoulder is me. And I’m about 4. That would put this around 1979.

Grandma reads my blog, and I’m sure would appreciate any kind words.

I’m flying to St. George this week for his funeral. I haven’t been to St. George in 8 years, when we all flew in for Grandpa’s surprise 70th birthday party, and what a wild party it was!

It’s a gorgeous place, St. George. I’m looking forward to seeing it again. Pomegranates grow, like, in backyards. I know they have to grow somewhere, but it still amazed me to see them in backyards. If I ever had to live in a hot climate (please no. But if I did…), I would grow pomegranates.