A favorite memory I have of Grandma and Papa is walking among the flower beds and rose bushes along the little cement paths in their backyard. It occurred during the spring, summer, and fall.
Papa pushes Grandma in the wheelchair. Both have their sun hats on and the evening sun casts a warm glow on the mountains and illuminates their beautiful backyard. Grandma says how beautiful the flowers are. Papa shares a story, and Grandma shows her quick wit by adding a humorous comment.
We would sometimes sit on the front porch and talk. And many other times we would sit at the kitchen table and look out the big picture window at Squaw Peak, Y Mountain and the Provo Temple.
I learned from their experiences and stories. And I always felt of their love---for each other and for me. "We are proud of you." They would say. "We love you."
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