Till we meet again...

Man, its been an emotional month. Probably one of the hardest of my life. My brother Jonathan left on his mission, as well as my Grandma passing away, Although there were sweet moments, It couldn't have been harder to say goodbye to both of them.

On the 5th, my brother went into the MTC. He is one THE most amazing men I have ever known. I'm so proud to call him my brother. He and I have a special relationship that is so special to me. I love him so much. It was really hard saying goodbye. It was so amazing watching him go through the temple for the first time and watching him be set apart as a missionary.

2 years.

Ugh.

Its where he knew he wanted to be and he's been excited about it for as long as I can remember. It was so crazy to have him leave a couple days after graduation. But he was ready. We miss him a lot.

The next morning my mom and I headed to Boise to spend as long as we could with my grandma. My grandma has been battling multiple myeloma for over 5 years. She was able to go through chemotherapy a few years back and was cancer free until it came back a few months ago.  When we got there, she was sleeping peacefully at home in her bed where she wanted to be. She opened her eyes and saw that we were there. My mom and my aunts and I spent most of the days sitting by her bedside. Sometimes talking to her, other times not saying anything, but we knew she knew we were there. After only a couple days of being there she slipped into a coma. Not responding to much at all. But the nurse said she could still hear us. So we would always make sure to talk about how beautiful she was and how much we loved her. We would lay next to her and give her kisses and rub her hands and feet.
Later on, my grandpa asked everyone that was there, all of his kids, and my cousins were all in her room. Grandpa said a prayer, and we sang hymns and said goodbye. I was surprised how strong the spirit was. Going up, I was worried about what it was going to be like to watch my grandma die. I was really really afraid of death. But when I saw how peaceful she was being so close to the veil. The sprit was so strong walking into her room everyday. We all thought she would pass away that night but she pulled through. It began to be a roller-coaster ride. Every night we said goodbye, we thought it was going to be the last time, but day by day she pulled though.
There was also a wedding going on while we were there too. My cousin Tyler was getting married on Friday, which some saw it as just more stress, but other as a blessing. It was a little peace of something happy that we had instead of just being sad. She went through the temple for her first time on Wednesday June 12th. My mom and aunts and uncles went to the temple with her.
My Grandmother passed away on June 12th 2013 at home with her husband and her son by her side. Messages and phone calls were sent around to friends and family to let them know if her passing. My mom and aunts got the message when they were walking out of the temple and realized that my grandma was going back through the vail just as Tyler was going through for herself. Within a few minutes of each other.
Tylers sealing was beautiful. We could all feel my grandmother there with us at the temple. It was where she would have wanted to be. The reception that night was actually really good for everyone. Even though we knew there was a funeral the next day, it help everyone reset and pull back together. It was a gorgeous country wedding. There was dancing and we all had lots of fun laughing and talking and eating freaking delicious food.
Lets just say we were all emotionally drained going from ups to downs for a week and a half. We then all got ready for the viewing and funeral the next morning. The viewing was actually really hard. Probably a little harder then the funeral although, peaceful. She looked so beautiful laying there in her temple clothes. My aunt Elizabeth did her make up so she didn't look fake or unlike her self. She look absolutely beautiful. At the end of the viewing. The family members stayed in the room while we had a family prayer, and the daughters put her vail on and we all kissed her one last time, and they shut the casket.
My grandma was very specific on how she wanted to look and what she wanted at her funeral. She asked If I would sing and I was happy to do It. I sang I Believe In Christ, and all the grandchildren sang I Am A Child Of God. And It was beautiful.
The burial was the following Monday in the Kaysville Utah Cemetery. My grandma and grandpa bought a plot there years and years ago. Its where she grew up and where her mother was buried.

Love my Grandpa

 It was still a beautiful peaceful day...

Dianne, my sweet Grandpa, mom, and Elizabeth (daughters)

 I have always been a little afraid of death, maybe even confused by it. Even though I have my faith, I still had a lot of questions. But most all of those questions were answered being with my grandma and going through this. I was surprised by the peace and beauty of it. I know that she has met God already and that I will see her again. Seeing her in the casket, I really realized that she isn't there. It wasn't her laying there. She is somewhere else now. We will miss her. I will look back at this and be thankful that I was able to be with her for this last week. And just lay by her and talk to her, have time to say goodbye, and tell her how much I love her.
Everyone say's their grandma is the best...but mine actually is. She was the sweetest most Christlike person, and came probably the closest to perfection. She's now a busy little bee up in heaven and I'm sure a personal guardian angel to me.