About 15 or so years ago today, one of my fondest memories occurred. My mom and I joined my grandparents on a day trip to Promontory Point for the annual Golden Spike celebration. We rode out in my grandpa's big ol' motor-home with me planted in the co-pilot seat navigating with a map. After watching the festivities we piled back in the motor-home for some KFC that we bought along the way.
A little over a year later my grandpa died from lung cancer. This was my last great memory of my grandpa. Thinking about it now my grandpa had a lot of grandkids, but yet I was the only one that ever got to go on a trip with him in his prized motor-home.
To this day the memories created that day make me smile.
