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| My grandpa, my mom, and I outside the tunnel on the mountain |
My maternal grandfather is my hero. For as long as I have known him, he has been hardworking and very spiritual. He is in his eighties now, and still goes to work everyday, at least 40 hours a week. He knows the meaning of hard work.
He calls me Puddin. I have no idea why, or how I got that nickname, but I love it.
He has been involved in several projects in our community, county, and state. He values the heritage we have in the Four Corners, and is very involved with helping preserve ruins and the culture of the Native Americans here. He has also helped preserve the legacy of the Hole in the Rock pioneers, and has always reminded us that we are part of that. He has been a good example of how to emulate their lives.
My "gramps" has a love for our country. He has instilled in me the "American spirit" and a love for patriotism. Although I know he disagrees with a lot of political people/things, he always does his best to work with them, and fight for what's right.
He also supports our armed forces. This particular picture is taken in Arlington Cemetery while he is waiting for my mom and a couple of others to come welcome the Run for the Fallen crew, and to visit my brothers grave there.
I love my grandpa, and I am so thankful that I have a part of him in me. He is my biggest cheerleader. He helped me make the decision to serve a mission, and it was the best decision I have ever made. He never had the opportunity to serve, and so he has always been supportive of those who want to, sometimes even helping pay for their service. I remember taking my mission call over to show it to him and my grandma after I got it, and he cried. I have never and will never forget that moment.
I don't know if I will ever be able to live up to his example, but I am sure going to try.



