Dad and Mom tried to go to the temple every week. Sometimes I would go with them. I brought my camera once and took these photos while we were walking from the parking lot in March 2008. Dad would always open the car door for Mom and then take her temple bag and put it with his own, then take her hand and walk up to the entrance that way. It always touched me. Still miss you Dad.
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He is missed. I always loved that he opened the door for Grandma every time the they came over.
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