My Grandmother passed away on December 5, 2013. We knew she was dying as she suffered a heart attach the weekend following Thanksgiving. Her last few days were spent in the loving care of my Mother and her siblings. My mother has been the greatest example to me of selfless service. I know it was hard for her, but she was able to care for my Grandma until she passed away. Those final days were spent mostly sleeping due to the medications helping her get through the distress of her heart valves not communicating with each other. She passed away in the morning with my Mother at her side.
My Grandmother’s funeral was December 10th in Idaho. All of my siblings except Bryan (who is serving a mission in Korea) were able to attend and sang a musical number together in the funeral services. It was so neat. I feel the Holy Ghost most when I sing or listen to music. To be singing “O my Father” with 9 of my siblings, thinking of the joyful reunion of my Grandma with her husband, and just remembering how great her life was, it’s no wonder that I started to cry. I’m not sure if I was the reason why, but soon everyone else was tearing up as well. They were such happy and hopeful tears; it was a neat experience.
There was a luncheon provided for us after the funeral. It was there that the photos of my siblings and parents were taken. I love them.
I traveled with my sisters to the burial site. It meant so much to me as I have place flowers on my Grandpa’s grave for as many years as I can remember. It also gave a great sense of closure. I will definitely miss my wonderful Grandma.