Funerals are Hard

I just got back to Springville this evening...and I am so glad to be home. I was just dreading going to my Grandma's funeral. I couldn't understand why I was feeling this way until I was at the viewing on Friday. Seeing my Grandma lying there was so hard...I was happy that she was out of pain and with Grandpa...but I was sad for me and for all those who knew her. We are now missing out on a pretty special lady and I will miss her so much.

I stood by my Grandma's casket with my sister Liz and cousin Hi-D and we all just cried. We talked about how much we loved her and all the sweet things she did. It was almost like I expected her to sit up and take my hand, tuck my hair behind my ear, and tell me how much she loved me. I felt so loved when I was with her...and I loved her dearly.

I was able to sing at her funeral; which is a very special thing for me. I sang Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing...I just love the words and the meaning that it has for all of us. I love to sing and I was so glad that I could sing for my family and my dear Grandmother.

Again, I am glad to be home and know that my Grandma is laid to rest and at peace.