Till We Meet Again

Twenty eight days after my lola passed, my other grandma followed. Cynthia, or as my siblings and I like to call her "Grammy", passed away peacefully on Friday, March 20, 2015 surrounded by her family. The following Tuesday her funeral service was held in Ogden, Utah.

I got to know grandma later in life, besides the trips we would take to visit when I was little, I don't remember much though. I moved in with her right before I left for my LDS mission, when she still had a little bit of energy. I remember one time when she was in the kitchen for days leading up to my brothers wedding, filling each cream puff she had made for the occassion along with other goodies. She was an excellent cook, that's where my dad gets his cooking skills from.

From years ago I remember her being an excellent mediator. One time my grandpa and I argued over which cards to play in solitaire. He was bossy and I wouldn't let him make the calls, so I'd counter him...When we would go at it, I'd hear Grammy from the other room...screaming "WILL!!! Let her play the game!" This sadly happened on  more than one occassion. She always had my back :)

My most recent memories were visiting with her, sitting at her bedside sharing stories and experiences these last few years.

She had a beautiful funeral. It was a real treat to hear from Marlis, her best friend for years. She shared stories about my grandma that made me feel even closer to her despite being gone. She was known for her service to others, unconditional love, frugality, teaching others, non-judgemental attitude and secretly could eat a half gallon of ice cream in one sitting! I've got the ice cream thing down, but I hope to be more like her through the years.

She joined the church right before my dad was born. She wanted the best for her family and developed a testimony of Jesus Christ. She understood the Plan of Happiness, and is now with her beloved husband, Will.

Marlis Clark and her husband. 

I knew that the day would come when she would cross over to the other side. I was at peace when that time came. But, if you know me, my reaction time is slow...really slow. It's good and bad sometimes depending on the situation. Anyway, As we drove away to return to St. George, It finally hit me...that she was gone and I won't see her for a long time. I saw her a lot before she passed but still feel it wasn't enough. Does everyone feel that way? 

I love my Grandma and I love my family. I know that she is finally at peace. I am grateful for the Plan of Salvation and knowing that we can be with our family forever. It's all possible through Christ's Atonement.  

Till we meet again, Grammy.