A Frontwards Funeral

Last fall my mother-in-law had a medical procedure done that required general anesthesia, and she never really recovered. It was difficult watching her steady decline, even from a distance, and we certainly appreciate the many hours Wayne's sister spent caring for her. We hadn't originally planned on being in Utah for Dallin's priesthood ordination, but a couple of months ago felt we ought to, so we bought some plane tickets. The week before we traveled, Mom's condition worsened, and she actually passed away the morning after we arrived. We're so grateful for the miracle that allowed us to be there when Dad was informed, and to help with the details of planning and participating in the funeral. (Unlike my mother's funeral, which had the service after the burial, this one proceeded normally.)

Despite the quick notice, many family members and friends came to the viewing, which was held just before the actual funeral. One of these days I'll get a copy of the book granddaughter Janelle wrote in 3rd grade which she shared during the service. Wayne and his siblings each spoke (and fortunately the technology that allowed brother Kevin - who is currently serving a mission in Brazil - to speak worked). Great-granddaughter Clara played a beautiful harp solo and I had the opportunity to share a piano piece. I think Mom would be pleased with her memorial.

It's been decades since Wayne's seen his cousin, Michael.

Clara practicing at home.

Then it was off to the cemetery, with grandsons serving as pall bearers. It was a bit cold, but at least it wasn't raining or snowing! 

We didn't stay long, but we did take a few pictures before heading back to the church for more visiting during a delicious lunch.

Cousin Jeff finally met his namesake!

Death and funerals are hard, but we're so grateful for the peace and comfort that comes from the gospel of Jesus Christ. Good-bye for now, Mom. We'll see you again someday.