After returning home in July, I found out my Grandpa Flamm had passed away. I was able to fly back to Utah again for his funeral and see my family and relatives. It was a good experience.
The day after the funeral we visited the resting place of Grandpa’s body. It is in the mountains looking down on Ogden. We sat in the grass under the shade of the tree next to his grave for a while – a nice, peaceful spot. I’ve always felt a little weird at cemeteries, and haven’t really had much experience with death. But I felt ok this time, just smiling there with my family, thinking about all the goodness of Grandpa.
This is Fia - my sister, Rachel’s, little girl. Isn’t she darling?
Later in the month I took my scouts on a 5 mile hike and then to our ½ week of scout camp for the 11 year old scouts (called Camp Helaman). Wow, they can be a handful!
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