Goodbye...

"Grandpa George"

George Arthur Francom Jr. age 92 passed away March 22,2010 in Sandy, UT. He was born January 14,1918 in Payson, UT to George Arthur Francom Sr. and Harriet Viola Jones.

George grew up on the family farm in Payson, Utah. Attended BYU and UCLA. Served in the Army Air and Medical Corps. Served a mission to the Northern States Mission. Married his sweetheart Armanell Stone Francom on September 14, 1941 in Yuma, Arizona. Their marriage was later solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple on June 29, 1942. After the war he was employed by the Howard Hughes Organization. He served most of his life as a Seventy and in numerous other church callings. He served faithfully for 15 years in the St. George Temple. Dad was the perfect example of loyalty, humility and kindness. He spent countless hours playing with his grandchildren and shared his love of reading with them. He was grateful for the many friends that surrounded him.

He is surrounded by his children Farrel (Debbie), Neal (Christine), Renae (Mark), 11 grandchildren, 10 great-grandchildren and his brother, Dale.

Preceded in death by his wife, Armanell, son Kirk, parents and siblings; Thella Reynolds, Deon Rydalch, Aleen Francom, and Dean Francom.

Services will be held Saturday March 27, 2010 at 11:00 a.m. at the Falcon Hill Ward. Friends may call Friday March 26th from 6-8 p.m. at Larkin Sunset Gardens Mortuary and Saturday at the ward 9:45-10:45 a.m.

Interment will be at the Larkin Sunset Gardens Mortuary.

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I am so grateful for all the time I was able to spend with my grandpa. He was 92 and I knew that this day was going to come at some point and I thought I had prepared myself for it. I have now come to realize that it is impossible to be completely prepared to lose someone you love. I loved that he always told me how much he loved me, how much he loved my family, how he was proud of me.

He was an incredible man. A simple man. He stood up for what he believed in and you could see it when you looked at him. He worked for Howard Hughes (or Uncle Howard as my Dad called him) first as a driver and then they became great friends and Grandpa became his advisor. Grandpa used to tell us about where they traveled, the things they did. Howard respected my Grandpa because he lived just as he believed. I am grateful to have him as an example to me in my life.

I am going to miss him. Deeply. Despite this sadness, I am so happy for him. I am grateful for what I know. I know I will see him again. I know he watches over me. He can now walk without pain, and more than that...he is back with my sweet Grandma after being apart for almost 16 years. There wasn't a day he didn't miss her. Now he doesn't have to.

Thank you Grandpa.

I love you, forever.