My Grandpa Hatch passed away a while ago, and he is so missed. 

I will always remember him as one of the most healthful people I know, showing up for his weekend trips with a box full of supplements, and showing us his funky crystals.  I remember being so impressed by my Grandpa running the St. George marathon.  Every time I see the red rocks of the St. George desert I will think of being a kid and finding fire ant hills and lizards in his yard.  Jason will miss their conversations about guns and science.  

We traveled down to St. George to say our goodbyes.  Our family stayed in a charming old manor and enjoyed the warm weather.  The funeral was on a beautiful day, until the graveside where a chilly wind blew and blew.  There were jokes that this was Grandpa's doing, as he hated standing around these sorts of things ;)  So it was short and sweet, the wind whistled and blew as guns were shot and a bugle played in salute to his time served in Germany, a flag was handed to my mom, and sweet words were said.