‘When I was a little kid, before my grandfather died, we moved him up here to Salt Lake City. We used to have family dinners together every Sunday. He taught me how to play the guitar and I’ve been playing classical guitar for seven years now. I won’t ever forget playing guitar with him and my older brother. My grandfather has been gone for six years. It’s a very human thing to remember being loved by someone who is gone and to miss that love. I’m out here every day, walking around, watching people and, when I’m missing him, that gives me peace.’

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