Salt Lake City

Last week, my Grandma Grace died. It was expected and it's one of those deaths that is a blessing, because we know she is so much happier now than she was at the end of her life. She is now happy, healthy, and reunited with family, friends, and her husband (which one, we don't know!) She was a lovely and talented woman who was able to play the piano by ear, in any key. She will be missed. It gave my family a rare opportunity. Me, my parents, and my 2 brothers hopped in the van and drove to Utah. My sister met us there. It was the six of us... no spouses and no children. That has not happened for over 15 years. Kind of weird, but it was an excellent return to childhood. Here are some of the pictures to document the trip.

My handsome brothers (Mark and John) were pall bearers.

My sister Krissy and I did a musical number at the funeral. It was "The Lord's Prayer". My Grandma used to play that song and have me sing for her everytime I visited.

Here we are with my dad and his parents. My mom is off talking to old friends.

Here are all the pall bearers. Handsome bunch. This was a unique opportunity to get to know a side of the family I really did not know well. I have cousins I didn't know existed and an Uncle I do not ever remember meeting.

My beautiful mom and dad at the grave sight.

This is my mom with her three brothers... Ken, Bruce, and Larry.

That evening, Krissy, Mark and I took a walk to temple square and toured the enormous building where they do general conference ( I can't remember the name). This picture was taken on the roof which is amazing!

The view of the Salt Lake Temple from the roof of the Conference building. (That's not the real name)

The following day, my family participated in a family tradition. We went to a picnic site in the mountains called Moss Ledge. This is something we did every summer of my childhood. Very nastalgic.

Proof we were all there together.

We made it up the mountain to the falls!

This was a wonderful experience. I don't wish to ever repeat it, but I am glad we did it. At times like this, I am extremely grateful to have the knowledge of the gospel that I do. There are no questions.... I know exactly where Grandma is, and that I will see her again. It makes an event like this a joyful one.