This morning at 12:30 am my kind, strong & courageous Grandpa, Charles Leland Wright left this earth. Wednesday he will be buried and receive full military
honors, tributes from the Sandy City Fire Department and the Mormon Battalion. But the real story started 20 days ago when Grandpa’s youngest son Dean, who was mentally handicapped and had been raised by his parents for 55 years died due to complications from a surgery. Over the next several days the family
prepared for Dean’s funeral, however during this time Grandma’s health was declining. Much to our dismay by the time Dean’s funeral took place Grandma was doing so badly that she was not able to attend her son’s funeral. Grandpa stood proudly in her place and as he sat at her bedside after the funeral he pinned his boutonniere to her nightgown, knowing it had been difficult for her to miss the services that day.
Grandma’s health continued to decline, and 15 days after Dean’s passing on November 28th she too parted from this earth. I’m sure after 55 years it was now Dean’s pleasure to attend to her on the other side.
I was there the night Grandma passed. After grandpa expressed his love to her, he then told his sweetheart he had no intention of staying here without her (and Grandpa has always been a man of his word).
Our family & hospice lovingly attended to Grandpa daily, but each day he became weaker and slept more.
Today, just 5 days after Grandma’s passing and on the morning of her services, Grandpa joined her, and Dean.
Our hearts have been broken three times in 20 days. I can’t help but wonder who these three angels were in my life this whole time. Did I know how special they were, or how strong their bond was? I find much comfort in knowing they went together so quickly, it’s miraculous actually... Even if it feels like 3 consecutive kicks in the gut.













