Grandpa, We Love You.

So, I've been meaning to write this post for months now (so much for my twice-a-month new year blogging resolution - I still have one day to make good on that) and have been thinking about all my grandparents lately - I thought it would be nice to write down a few of my thoughts on Grandpa Eames.





Grandpa Garth Eames.  What a great man.  He sure did a lot with his life - which is surprising when you consider he was "just" a potato farmer in Idaho.  He served in the marines during World War II AND was able to serve as a missionary in England.  When Dustin and I visited England this summer I thought a lot about him and the time he spent on the streets of that beautiful country preaching the words of Christ. 

 















He married my grandmother Shirley Robinson and they built a farm out of nothing in the little po-dunk town of Rupert, Idaho and had six children (all of whom are absolutely fantastic people whom I love very much!).  She died a few years before I was born of cancer and Grandpa remarried the very different but equally lovely grandmother I have known and loved all my life - Grandma Edna-Lou.  The family extended by four more kids - my awesome aunts and uncles.

    Grandpa served missions (and as mission president) in half a dozen places; missionary work was always a great part of his life. Everyone still remembers him in Idaho as a legendary stake president and I remember him as the Grandpa that gave me my Patriarchal Blessing.  He faithfully served in the church his whole life - and continued reading his scriptures until his very last day here on earth.  

  I've loved the time spent up at "the farm" through my childhood and young adult years.  It's famous for Fourth of July BBQs, family reunions, and sweet rolls at Grandma's.  Grandpa was always quick to laugh and had thing zinging one-liners that kept the dinner table lively.  I was blessed to be up at the farm with my mom and many of her siblings during Grandpa's final week - second week of September, 2011.  It is one of the most difficult and yet spiritual experiences of my life, one that I will never forget.  Grandpa Eames has left his numerous posterity with a grand legacy, and I hope to live up to his wonderful example.  Love you, Grandpa.  Thank you for such wonderful memories - and for the promise of an eternal family in the life to come.