My Grandpa Derrall Petersen

My Grandpa, also known as Dudley, passed away last Monday night. We just returned home from his funeral in Hyrum, UT last night. He had been fighting colon and later pancreatic cancer for over 6 years. Even though we knew he would be leaving us shortly, it was still so hard when he did. I've always been proud to be his granddaughter. He was respected and loved by everyone who knew him. Being the only granddaughter for many years, he made me feel like his little princess while still treating me as an equal to the boys, physically and intellectually. He was a man of honor, kindness, humor and quiet dignity. He was a hero to me. I miss his warm hugs, his endearing chuckle and those twinkling eyes that said everything he didn't say vocally. He wasn't one to express emotions, but his eyes always revealed how much he loved his grandkids. He was a man that other men looked up to and came to for advice. He had a wealth of knowledge on so many subjects, such as fossils, astronomy and modern technology. He was a hard worker, dedicated to his wheat farm, Monument Mt. Ranch. My brothers and I loved visiting him on the farm and riding his combine and four-wheeler.

As kids, my brothers and I would go arrowhead hunting with Grandpa on his farm, then he would fascinate us with his vast collection of fossils, gems and gold. Grandpa was the most interesting person to talk to and inspired us to learn more about the world around us. These last few years, he and I have been reading the Michael and Kathleen Gear books. These archaeologists have written a lengthy series about the various Native American tribes of North America. Grandpa loved these books and got me interested in them as well. Since Grandpa didn't often talk about himself, reading these books that he loved so much helped me know him better and bonded us together even more. I loved discussing them with him. This was our favorite:

I already miss my Grandpa so much but appreciate all the memories I have and his presence and example throughout my life. I appreciate the relationship he had with my Grandma. The way they loved and treated each other has been an inspiration to me. They were true companions. I admire my Grandpa and hope to learn from his example. Until the very end, my Grandpa fought for his life and remained optimistic about his recovery. Despite the terrible pain he suffered, he rarely complained and greeted all of his final visitors with his genuinely warm, loving smile. I love you forever Grandpa.