This week was a memorable week for all of us. Our Grandma Miller died, my mom's mom. Dad and Mom found some great people from the ward (thank you, guys!) to take care of the four little ones, plus lots of help from my dad's work friend, Ashley, and her husband Chris. Then we left, the four older ones and Mom and Dad, for Utah, where my Grandpa was holding the funeral. We stayed at my mom's sister's house, with our awesome Nelson cousins. A lot of us kids had a really hard time knowing how to act. We all wanted to play with each other because we barely ever had that chance, and we really wanted to be allowed to have fun. We din't know if it would be disrespectful to have such a good time together, but we did, because my mom and Aunt Ashley said that Grandma would have wanted it that way. When Saturday came, this being Utah, we were at the church in 30 seconds, and then we walked in. We had come really early and not many people were there yet. We went into the viewing room all together, and looked at Grandma. All of us kind of clung together, like we were united and couldn't be lost or separated. It was a sad, beautiful moment where we all cried together, but we were together. Our Grandpa Miller was with us, and my Great Grandma Bascom. I don't think Grandma Bascom ever imagined she would still be on the world when her own daughter was gone, but I think it meant a lot for her to be there at the funeral, because it was so soft and lovely, putting an emphasis on the happy times Grandma had in her life.The whole time people started arriving, me and Livi and all us cousins were watching the slideshows with Grandma's pictures of when she was a young mom or teenager, full of life and sparkles. In the background, John Denver songs played, like Grandma's Featherbed, Follow Me, and all the other songs she loved. A bunch of the artworks and painted things that Grandma did were up for everyone to see (she was a really good painter). There were school pictures up in frames. There she was in first grade with teeth lost. We all passed out her favorite chocolate buttercreams to people who were just arriving. I was just meeting so many of Grandma's loved ones and friends, but it felt like I already knew them. Everyone seemed to be there for each other, and everyone was happy and made sure we all knew that they were there to support and comfort everyone. My dad sang a John Denver song: On the Wings of a Dream. My mom and all her brothers and sisters spoke about their mom, making people laugh. There seemed to be so many funny stories about the Grandma Who Loved to Laugh. Once, my Grandma loaded all her kids with water guns to ambush their uncle Tony. When he drove up, they got ready to spray, but he stepped out of the car with a giant water gun that Grandma had supplied him with. But they got him back, because my mom had insisted they fill their guns with toilet water. :)
Everyon was loving, and I learned so much about my grandma that I didn't know. It was a wonderful experience for all of us, and I think we're all grateful for it.
4 years ago