Grandma Bonnie

My Grandma Bonnie passed away a week ago, and this past Saturday I attended the funeral in Utah. I was supposed to be in Utah for two whole days, but my flight was canceled Thursday night. There was much crying over this flight cancellation, and when American Airlines was unable to reschedule me on ANY flights Friday, I was sure I would be unable to attend the funeral Saturday morning.

My mom worked some magic, and I arrived Friday. I flew all day Friday, attended the funeral Saturday and flew home all day Sunday.

The funeral was a good punch in the gut for me. My grandma was born the year before the Great Depression. She was born into a situation where she had to learn how to work before most kids learn how to walk. She worked at her parents' store after school and sold penny candy from their store during her lunch break at school. After she graduated, she was a bookkeeper and then married my grandpa and had 7 kids. Dinner was always on the table at 5:30, and dinner consisted of an entree, sides dishes and dessert. Every single night. All of the kids were required to practice the piano BEFORE school. My mom's shift was 6:30 a.m. They all did chores after school. They all busted their tails to keep up with the expectations of the house. During all of this, my grandma was primary president and then Relief Society president. I'm tired just typing about it.

Makes me wonder if I shouldn't be doing more with my kids. Or not even more, but different.

After the funeral, we had a luncheon and slide show. I was reunited with 3829472984273 cousins. I had to introduce myself to some people because it been so long since I had seen them.

And then Heidi, Steve, my mom and I all went to BYU to walk around and get ice cream at the Creamery.

Excuse the expression on my face in the above photo. Apparently, that's what my eyes do when I get to eat Earnestly Chocolate after a decade-long hiatus.

And no, I did not wear tennis shoes to the funeral. Just to walk around BYU afterward.

Walking around BYU was amazing. I love BYU. But guess what everyone. I'm not a college student anymore. That was reaffirmed to me time and time again. I feel like I'm still 22. I'm not. I tried to be cool with the college coeds. I wasn't. I tried to walk around like I knew what I was doing or where I was going. But I didn't.

So much has changed there. So many of the buildings have been added onto or changed. The library blew my mind. The parking lots are bigger. The dorms are NICE. The BYU bookstore is completely reorganized. But luckily the Twilight Zone, which I always called the Gas Station, is untouched.

I also read a book while waiting for many different flights at many different airports. Marilla of Green Gables. Have you heard of it? Sarah McCoy wrote it, and it's a telling of Marilla's life before Anne came to GG. I loved some of it and hated some of it. If you have read it, let me know. Would love to discuss with someone.

Also, we found out today that we are having another BOY.

The End.