Mike (Brooke's Husband) had to carry the "butt end" of the casket as specifically designated in Gran's will (Mike is a Ute and Gran wanted the last word in a long going U vs BYU grudge match)!
We got a balloon for everyone of the great grankids to let off at her burial site to help her spirit find it's way to heaven, that is a family tradition that the kids really enjoy. It was a beautiful day and it was nice to get together with family that we don't get to see very often. After the funeral we all went to Gran's house and raided her and Grandad's stuff(little bit morbid I know) but I got a few of the porcelin dolls she hand made and some of the wood carvings my Grandad made. I will treasure them always. I also snagged the ring my dad bought her on his mission to England, I will think of her every time I wear it.
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We feel sorry for your loss. It's great to have the support of family, friends and the gospel to help us through these tough times. Please let us know if there is anything we can do to help in the future.
What a great family you've got! Love the balloon tradition. Glad everything went well for you. You are still in my prayers. Love you.
Whit, I just happened to come across your blog. . .didn't know you had one. So I'm wondering were you trying to keep me out on purpose or did you just fail to mention it to me? :) I'll assume the latter!
Oh, and I'm all for the indoor skate park thing, especially since it will be at your house!
So sorry too about your grandma.
whit-so sorry to hear about your gma. I am such a loser friend and have not talked to you in so long! lets do lunch and catch up. love you and miss you
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Whitney....A loss of a loved one is always hard. I hope that you take comfort in knowing that the memories live on forever. And I'm sure that there were many loved ones in heaven waiting for her with open arms.
Know that she is with you always and keep the family traditions alive so that she may live forever more.
I wanted to share with you a wee Irish Funeral Prayer...it has always comforted me at times like this:
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.
Love ya
Moy
Oh my word I finally found your blog and it is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fun and cute!!!!! I love it!!!!!
Love,
Haley
whit, I just love you! I'll have to remember the balloon tradition. I love the Sundance slide show, we need to get up there more! The great perks of your job, huh!!! Lets get together!!!:)
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