Dedicated to John David Fraser

On Thursday my grandpa went back into the hospital. Of course we were all worried about him but checking into the hospital was nothing new for him. Friday morning my grandma told us she had received a strong impression that we should all visit with him sometime that day. An hour or so later his doctor informed us he didn't expect him to make it through the weekend. So we all got out of work and went to visit with him. At noon he was given a priesthood blessing that said, "You've endured to the end and we give you a blessing of peace." We visited with him throughout the day, during which he understood us and would nod or shake his head, but was too weak to speak to us. We could tell he didn't have much longer. Between seven and eight the critical care unit doesn't allow visitors, but they made an exception for us and allowed my grandma, mother and aunt to stay with him. Scott and I figured this was a good time to do our laundry before going back. We were in the laundromat when we received word he had passed on. We were glad that he would no longer be in pain but knew we would miss him so much. There was nothing to do about it immediately so we sat in the laundromat, folding our laundry and crying. I'm sure we looked insane.

My grandpa lived a great life. He received multiple college degrees and was an avid hunter, photographer and biker (both bicycles and motorcycles).

He was a professional photographer, and at one point worked as the Director of Photography for CBS.

In 1957 he was married to my grandmother and started the Fraser family, having 4 children who all married in the temple.


My grandparents have always been an inspiration and an example to me of being good spouses, parents and servants of the Lord. I will always be grateful to them and try to follow their examples. I am so grateful for temples and look forward to being reunited with my grandpa, and the rest of our family, in paradise.