Walter Scott Mackay

The 25^th of November was a sad day for our family; my grandpa Mackay passed away at the age if 98; in the summer he told us that he wanted to make it to his birthday in October. He was such a great man. He was reunited with loved ones and I know it was a glorious reunion. They had the funeral services in Utah on the 6^th if December and the burial in Idaho on the 7^th. My girls had to miss their winter dance recital on the 6^th but we came home before their recital on the 7^th, so they made it one of the nights. All my family was able to come down for the funeral except my nephew who is on a mission and also my husband. I asked him if he would support me and my family and come down and he said he did not have the time. I wish that he would have but it was out of my control. There were so many of my grandpa’s posterity that was there and it was just a special weekend. We had a family picture taken and I thought they turned out good but my sister who is a photographer did not like them. O well…I liked how mine turned out but we only had one problem, my husband was not in them. Boo, I really wish he could have been there. O well