The night of August 13th was our ward campout.
Darrin took the boys by himself because on the 8th my Grandma Morris passed away, and I headed to Utah for the funeral.
From the sound of it, Darrin didn’t sleep well and the weather was hot, but kudos to him for going without me!
As for the funeral, it was beautiful.
It always amazes me the things you learn about a person you’ve known your whole life after they die.
My grandmother was a poised person that had amazing inner strength.
There’s a lot I can learn from her!
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