Join the team as we remember loved ones that are no longer with us.
Morgan:
Grandpa Paul Loose, my Mom's Dad. I never went to traditional day care and my grandparents lived close by, so I spent a lot of time getting to know them and be in each other's lives. It was wonderful. We rode around his white convertible. He's pictured with me and my siblings.
He was a horse man very young. One of the first children of his parents to be born on the United States.
The picture with Paul and the lovely dark haired woman in the stands, was taken at the Jefferson County Fair Grounds at my first horse show. My Mom rode Westernaire's too, and this was my big debut. The lovely dark haired woman was my Grandmother Mabel. You can also see my Mom looking off in the distance.
My grandpa instilled the love of horses in both my Mom and then me. I was so proud to have him at that show.
He was the first person I knew with dementia, and his wife Mabel, my Grandma, was the second. You can start to see it in the final photo. In him at least, my Grandma was a little while on.
They both impacted my lives in ways I could never describe. These photos show a snip it!
I loved him, and my memories are all sweet.
Happy Dio de Los Meurtos,
Desiree:
Grandma Bella Herrera, my husband’s grandmother.
From the day I first met Bella, she opened her heart to me, she loved me like I was her own. Bella was an amazing woman, she always put family first, never forgot a birthday, always gave the best cards, no matter the occasion. She always made everyone she met feel so special.
She was only 4’11 but the strongest person I’ve ever known. She survived breast cancer two times before it came for the third and last time. She passed away six years ago but it feels likely we just lost her.
The first photo was taken at her cabin at Twin Lakes, my family, Grandma Bella and her Husband, Fred.
The second photo is of my husband, Aldo and Grandma Bella fishing.
The third is of Grandma Bella and few of her great grandchildren.
Chelsea:
My role model, my constant, my dad!
My father, Mikel Dodson, was my hero. We didn't always have it easy, but our relationship grew to be the strongest relationship I knew. I primarily lived with my mom after my parents divorced until I was a teenager and moved in with my dad. I learned more about who I was and who I wanted to be due to this experience. He taught me what it means to be vulnerable and strong. He showed me the value of hard work. He taught me to never give up. He was kind, passionate, ornery, and he thought he was funny :-).
My dad was a master fisherman, a hunter, an outdoor enthusiast and a man many adored. He used to hold us down and tickle us until we told him he was the master fisherman of the world. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about him, and I am so grateful God allowed me to call this man dad, even though his time was cut short. I love you daddy always and forever!