The day of my Grandmother’s funeral was a beautiful day in so many ways. Upon entering the chapel, where the funeral was being held, guests where greeted by a table displaying prominent symbols of my Grandma’s life. Beautiful portraits of both my Grandfather and Grandmother in their 20s with their 1930s hairstyles were sprinkled amongst guest books she kept of each visitor that came to her house, homemade raspberry jam she picked and canned herself, church trinkets representing her life of total religious devotion, a book of poems she wrote throughout her life, and pictures of her family that she was able to reunite with on the other side.
Prior to this day I had never seen a deceased person; however, my curiosity coupled with the assignment to take a picture of my grandma compelled me to take the step and enter the viewing room. My grandma’s casket was a beautiful copper color with a tint of pink with fine detailing of roses, both my grandma’s favorite color and flower.
When I approached the casket, I have to admit I was a bit startled by the way my grandma looked. She looked great; however, it did not look like my dear grandma. I contribute this to the fact that my grandma had such a lively spirit that without it she didn’t resemble herself. This just confirmed even further that I knew that my grandma’s spirit was in a better place and thankful that her body was no longer a burden to her.
The service could not have gone more perfectly. The speakers were so eloquent in illustrating the life my grandma led, the purpose of life and grandiosity of the life after this life that my grandma so fervently believed in and is embarking on now. I always knew that my grandma was an amazing person, however, hearing all her accomplishments in one single sitting was humbling and motivating.
When we laid my grandmother to rest in the same burial site my grandfather was laid in 9 years previous, it was a relief to know they were together once again but this time nothing would separate them for the rest of eternity.
|All my cousins|
|Grandma's ancestry and posterity|
|Kim says that if you lean forward it makes you look thinner. I am not sure if that is true, but Jodi's face kills me!!!|
|My grandma's homemade jam made in 1996|
|You better believe I had some. It's just like fine wine, it only gets better with age.|
After the service my family was humbled as the Relief Society, prepared a stunning and delicious meal for my whole family. We were humbled by the charity and sacrifice of so many in our behalf and the love they must have had for my grandma.