Good-Bye, Grant

My Dad’s cousin Grant passed away this week.  He was one of the nicest men I have ever known.

When I returned from serving a two year mission for my church, I was trying to go to school and needed money.  Grant gave me a job in his print shop.  I don’t know if I ever properly thanked him for that.  He really didn’t need my help, and in the end he kept me on longer than was financially smart for him to do so.

I really enjoyed working with him.  I miss the smell of the ink, and the sounds and rhythms of the offset presses.  I miss the trade shows.  I miss the lunches with Grant and my Dad.

But, most of all, I’ll miss Grant.  I’ll miss his kindess, his patience and his laugh.