When I'm sad, like I am today,
I try to find something to fill the emptiness.
So I looked up all the pictures I have of my Grandpa Dent.
(And, if I'm being honest, I also opened a bag of candy corn,
because, as we know, I suffer from kummerspeck.)
The pictures were equal parts healing and heart-breaking.
But mostly healing.
Grandpa holding me when I was new.
Grandpa holding my first baby when HE was new.
Thanksgiving in Mesa, and Ryan's Eagle Court of Honor.
Two Grandpas asleep on the couch (after Angie's wedding).
Holding baby Tyler and teasing little Zach (see the tongs?).
With family at Temple Square.
Letting Tyler play in his lap.
Grandma and Grandpa with the boys.
Wrangling baby Gavin.
Holding baby Lexi.
A lunch with the family in Salt Lake City.
Lunch after I spoke at Women's Conference.
Introducing Kate through the wonders of Skype.
That was a sweet little trip down Memory Lane.
I'm glad to have all these pictures in one place.
But I think I need more candy.