Dale F. Dalbey

One of my most vivid memories of Grandpa was when I was staying with them in Billings about six years ago. The three of us (grandma was there, of course) had just finished dinner, and one of them suggested that we take communion. I remember thinking, "It isn't Sunday, is it?" They didn't have unleavened bread or wine, so we used saltines and apple juice! But as we took "the elements," I witnessed the most heartfelt, tearful prayers from two of the most grateful, humble people I've ever...