My grandpa, Charles Wade Smith passed away on February 18, 2011. Exactly 28 years to the day after his sweetheart Betty Smith passed away, and only hours after our sweet Calvin Wade Smith was born.
We had chosen to name Calvin after my grandpa a while ago, and it only seems fitting that we gained one C. Wade Smith as we lost another.


He taught through example what it means to love and care for others. Even though my grandma passed away when I was a baby, I never had any questions if he loved her. In my family we have always used the word "cherish," and my grandpa truly taught what it means to cherish your wife and family. I knew I could always count on my grandpa for support, advice, a good laugh, or just a hug. (If you ever meet him, I'm sure he gave you a hug instead of a hand shake)
I was lucky to have grown up close to him and was able to go with him on trips to army bases around the country, have him come to track meets, take me to pole-vault camps in Kansas, and even have him attend Holly and I's sealing in the Denver Temple.
Charlie Wade was a hero in many peoples eyes, but none more than mine. I am sad to see him go, but overjoyed that after 28 years he gets to be with his sweetheart once again. We love you grandpa!
P.S. Thank you to my Aunt Robin who posted most all of the pictures on her blog that I took and posted here. She has several wonderful posts about my grandpa on her blog here.







