Not going to meet my goal of getting caught up by the time I send out Christmas cards. A necessary break must be taken.
Sunday night we were informed that my Grandpa had fallen and was non-responsive. After a a few days in the hospital, he came home yesterday and died peacefully this morning.
I was blessed to be there for special moments in the hospital and at home and will be forever grateful for that. I had an amazing conversation with him, and he told me how precious his family is to him and how he loved watching the chaos of Thanksgiving. He was grinning and laughing just the way I wanted to remember him. I am grateful he is released from his pain and with his beloved sweetheart after a 13+ year separation.
So, because I am so emotional, I’m just going to re-post something (with a few updates) I had put up a few years ago to remember my “grumpy, old grandpa”.
A few fun facts about my Grandfather.
Grandpa was born on Black Friday (what a way to start your life) and raised in Provo, graduating Valedictorian from Provo High. He received his undergraduate at BYU in organic chemistry, graduating as the Valedictorian of his class, and attended University of Illinois for his doctorate in the same field. A surprise for most people is that he did a doctorate minor in music and played for years. He was disappointed to have to give it up a few years ago because of diminished lung capacity, and shaky fingers, but still listened to classical music when he had the chance.

He was a professor at BYU for his entire career, except for his sabbaticals when he worked for Phillips 66 and Du Pont. In his younger days he worked with developing jet fuel, and worked with chemical weapons in the army during the Korean War.

Grandpa met Grandma while working for Phillips in Oklahoma and in 1955, when he was drafted and sent to Fort Ord, in Denver, they were married in the Salt Lake Temple. He is the father of 3 children, Vance, Alice, & Nancy, the Grandfather of 13 and the Great-Grandfather of 7.

His passions were airplanes, music, BYU Football – Go Cougs!- and maintaining his family journal. There are so many fun stories that I could share of Grandpa’s early days, that would surprise people that know him, but there isn’t the time.

The Hawkins Family. Grandpa is the youngest of the 3 boys. Left to right: Carl, Richard, Barbara, & Keith.
All of our love Grandpa.
Just so you know, we will talk about you while you are gone.