I have many memories of my grandparents. One trip, we went to church with them. I was around 8 or 9, and I had worn this dress I was really proud of. My grandpa was conducting sacrament, and in the middle of the meeting, my grandpa said, "I want my granddaughter, Jackie to stand up and show everyone her dress, doesn't she look beautiful?" I stood up and felt this sense of pride that I had a grandpa who cared about what I thought was important.
I loved the way my grandma humored me. I remember once I thought I knew how to make ice cream (I had no clue, I thought you made it with whipped cream and ice). My grandma didn't tell the truth, she didn't tell me to stop. Instead, she helped me make this 'ice cream', and she did exactly what I told her to do. When it didn't work out, she made me feel better by letting me eat a lot of whipped cream. My grandparents have made this world a better place. If I become half of the woman my grandma was, I will consider this life a success. When my life comes to an end, I will be so lucky to have my grandma and grandpa waiting for me, with open arms. Until we meet again, grandma! This is the last picture I have of my grandma and grandpa together. It was at T and mine's wedding. Grandpa sealed us, which was the last sealing he ever did.