On Saturday, May 17, I received a call from Steph telling me that while Grandpa was at his great-granddaughters softball game, something burst in his leg and was causing him excruciating pain. He was white and started throwing up, so they took him to the hospital. The first doctor didn't think it was the aneurisms, but after a CAT scan and another look from Grandpa's doctor, they realized that all the aneurisms had burst. They gave Grandpa the option of flying to SLC for emergency surgery, but he turned that down because he knew he wouldn't make it.
Grandpa was surrounded by almost 30 members of his posterity as he fought those last few minutes. It was hard, yet priceless to stand in that room and mourn the loss of such a great man. The love and the Spirit was so strong. Grandma kept grabbing his head and telling him she loved him. The doctor told us that his heart rate would just continue to drop. He kept checking on Grandma. He couldn't believe the love and support that was there in the room for Grandpa. He said it doesn't happen very often. Paul was able to face time my parents, so Mom was able to talk to grandpa when he was still coherent. She remained on face time for the last hour of his life. Mom and Dad were there with us the whole time.