My sweet grandma passed away on March 19.
It was fun for me to be able to look through many of her pictures as I created a slideshow for the viewing/funeral. She was so beautiful. I love this wedding picture of her and my grandpa. They had such a short time together after they were married and before he had to leave for the war. It reminds me of how hard that must of been on my grandma and how much she must have worried while he was away.
She was so kind and loving. She was a devoted wife, mother, and grandmother. For years she moved with my grandpa to many different homes as they built his construction business. She raised eight kids and supported my grandpa as he worked and was a bishop (twice). She spent much of her time worrying about her loved ones and doing what she could to take care of them.
I loved to go and stay with my grandparents. One of my favorite things to do with my grandma was listen to her tell stories. Sometimes they were made up stories, but most often they were stories about her children.
I am so grateful for my grandma for teaching me so many things through her example. I'm grateful for her love and devotion to her family. I think she is one of the biggest reasons that our family has been and continues to be so close. She always made family a priority.
We were able to celebrate her life for a couple of days with friends and family. It was fun to hear stories about her and share our memories. It was hard to see my grandpa say goodbye and start to learn how to live without her by his side. He has been sitting or lying next to her and holding her hand for much of the last year. They are such an example to me of unselfish love and devotion.
You and I
As surely as I live I feel
That life can be so good
For those who know the blessings
And joys of motherhood.
When first I held you in my arms
And felt your baby skin,
I loved the way your fuzzy head
Fit underneath my chin.
I knew there must be more to this
Than just the toil and strife
When I tucked my finger in your fist
And you held on for life!
Your first time in the big bathtub
You looked so round and fat!
You kicked and splashed and swam away.
I couldn’t have missed that!
All during that first year with you
I really passed a test.
Of all the people in the world
You seemed to like me best.
You tried to walk, your hand in mine.
Your eyes with glory shone.
Then one day you let go of me
And tottered off alone.
Much later, when we took our walks,
You had so much to say.
You asked me all about the things
We saw along the way.
I still remember those bouquets
Of dandelions you brought.
“Which hand?” you’d ask, then hold them out,
(A proud and precious tot.)
One Sunday you stood up in church
To say a poem aloud.
I sat there in the audience,
And my, but I was proud!
Remember when you ran away?
I couldn’t reprimand!
You looked so small and helpless
With your suitcase in your hand,
As just inside the door you stood,
A haughty little elf;
So stubborn, and so willful, too,
And, oh, so like myself!
And when I tucked you in each night
And touched your tousled head,
I always was surprised to find
An angel in your bed!
That first day you went off to school
As if you hadn’t cared.
But that same day you sneaked right back.
“I’m homesick,” you declared.
How many things you seemed to learn!
How very fast you grew!
And just as surely as you did
Your world grew bigger, too.
It will be just as well
If you never know
How very, very hard it was
For me to let you go.
I haven’t been an opera star,
But memories I keep
Of times I sang you lullabies
Until you fell asleep.
If I said I was an artist,
The truth would be quite tainted,
But think of all the lovely pictures
You and I have painted.
I’ve made no contribution here
That man will eulogize.
I haven’t written any book;
But you’re my Nobel prize!
Inside me, ‘til the end of time
A special wish there’ll be:
That I can give you back the joy
That you have given me.