This is my Grandpa Royle holding my hand in Plymouth, Massachusetts. I was about 4 years old. 17 or so years later, he performed the ceremony as Darrin and I held hands across the altar of the Manti Temple. 
Last night, I was lucky enough to sit by his bedside in the rehab center and hold his hand while he dozed in and out of consciousness. He held tightly to my hand, as he probably did 29 years ago that day in Plymouth. I'll admit that last night, I didn't want to let go of his hand. I told him I love him. That's about all I could say as I kissed his cheek and the top of his head. I got a nod from him and even though he didn't speak verbally, I felt his nod as a confirmation that he loves me too. He is an amazing man and I don't know how many more days he has here on this earth, but I'm grateful for the chance I had last night to sit by his side and say goodbye. I love you, Grandpa!
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i love the pic of you and him. love it.