At the end of his life a lot of his kids/grandkids would bring meals to my grandparents. He was so happy for any meal and made sure we knew it.

I lived next door so sometimes I would go over with my mom at lunch and she’d make him something simple like a can of soup and he would thank her profusely. To the point it would get awkward.

My mom told us he was always like that and it was probably because he grew up poor and fatherless and right as he hit adulthood the Great Depression happened.

He was a great man. Owned his own businesses, mayor of a small city, he was bishop of multiple wards, and still one of the most humble people you’d ever meet.