Grandpa Robertson

So, a month ago yesterday, my Grandpa Robertson passed away. It all happened very quickly, he was admitted to the hospital and about a 2 weeks later, he passed away. The day that he was admitted to the hospital, he was put into a coma. My mom and her sister flew out that day to be with him. The next day he woke up, and my dad asked if we (the kids in my family) wanted to go out to California to see him one last time. Of course we wanted to go, this is my grandpa we were talking about. So we did, we flew out there and went to the hospital to see him. He was a little better, but he was still so skinny compared to how he had been when we had seen him last.

This is from a LONG time ago, obviously. But this is a little
snippet of the fun that we always had with him :).

We took time to go to the beach, something that he wanted for us, to have fun while we were down there. It was so weird to not have him in his own house, it almost felt like devoid of life. I have many memories in that house, most of them more recent - Christmas 2010, my senior trip May 2013. I am so glad that I got to go down and see him while he was still in a semi-coherent state. The time came to come home, and we did. A couple days later he checked himself out of the hospital and days later he was right back in the hospital. and this time he wasn't well.

My mom and her sister went out yet again - my aunt took her kids and husband this time. In the midst of all of this, I was closing the shack for the summer and moving down here to Provo. Days passed, and at 6 AM on August 25, I got a text from my mom letting me know that he had passed earlier that morning. This was also my first day of the semester. Needless to say, it was probably the hardest day that I have had in a very long time. I cried, a lot. It was so painful, I can only imagine the pain my mom and her siblings were feeling.

Soon after, was his funeral. It was a lovely service, family and few close friends. Very intimate, just taking time to remember Grandpa R. I also cried during the funeral. After the service, the graveside service was in Gooding, Idaho so we made the trek up there. It was something I hadn't ever experienced before, burying someone that I was close to.

His awesome looking casket. I also took a couple flowers off the top ;)

This past weekend I got the chance to go to California with my parents and older brother to clean up the house. If 'm honest, I'm glad that the house is being sold, it just isn't the same without him there. Seeing it nearly empty was something I thought I wouldn't have to see for a very long time, but I'm glad that I went, to say a farewell of sorts.

It is weird to think that he's gone. I'm sure there will be moments that I miss him more than others, and I am so glad I got to know him these 19 years.

I love you Grandpa. So much.

It's alright to be Proud of myself

It has been a busy last while!

I moved! Almost a month ago now, and I absolutely LOVE it. I am coming to terms with my apartment and doing things that I didn't think I could do.

Here's the deal, I live with 2 of the most outgoing people I have ever met. Bethany and Clara. They seem to know most everyone :). In any case, this has resulted in many people coming over to our apartment.

And me, being myself, has always not been very good at new people. This is changing ever so slightly. Last night I realized that I am proud of myself. Over these last 3+ weeks, I have met SO many people. Like, really. And when I see these people, I will say hi, or have a small conversation with them. And this has made me extremely happy, I love coming home because it means that I will see people that I legitimately enjoy being with - and the chances that I'll meet someone new is pretty high too. In addition to going home, I really enjoy ward activities (many of the people I have met are in my ward - and it is awesome!).

Because I am trying to do things that I am not so comfortable with, I also got set up on a blind date. This guy was knocking on doors to see if anyone wanted to go on a date, and he came to our apartment and I got volunteered by my roommates. I was SO nervous -  I hadn't been on a date in well over a year. So I went and it was really fun, I am glad that I got to experience that.

I am proud of myself, I am being social and meeting people and learning to listen and get along with those from all different backgrounds and walks of life. And I am LOVING it.