The Ones Before Us

I met Linda in Salt Lake over the weekend. We visited her twin sister.

Then we visited my best friend in the whole world's twin sister.

Then my grandma, my father, my mother, and then my brother was added.

At my brother Pat's gatherine several of us got up and said a few words about a very nice guy we all knew. Then it was ask if there was anybody else. A small child got up and walked to the front. Maybe five years old. He took the microphone said how nice his grandpa was. How much he liked him. Then he said "I still don't understand how my grandpa died." I was holding up pretty good until then. In Moab my hiking friend didn't leave the bed on my desk hardly at all. I got back a little after midnight.