Today was a bitter sweet day. I attended the funeral of a lady who meant the world to my family and I. She was the type of person who did anything and everything for her friends and family and never thought twice about herself. She spoke at my baptism, attended my high school graduation, and came to my wedding. She was there for me at every big mile stone of my life and so much more.
My parents met her when they lived in Vancouver, WA. When my dad joined the church, she was in their ward. They became very good friends, and after her husband passed away in 1993, she moved to Orem, UT. I have many fond memories of going on family vacations to Utah to visit her. We would stay at her house and she made sure we had fun. I remember being excited to hang out with her grand kids. When I was about to turn eight, my family moved to Utah. We always thought of Utah as fun place to live, thanks to her!
Every Christmas she showered us with gifts. Every fourth of July she had "extra" tickets for us to go to the stadium of fire. She invited us over for Sunday dinners and even invited us to her annual family Christmas Eve talent show. We looked forward to her infamous Christmas card every year that provided a detailed report on every single thing each one of her grand kids did throughout the year. She was the epitome of "grandma".
A few months ago she was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. My parents found out a few weeks ago and my parents and all my siblings went to see her. I never got to say goodbye. School or work always got in the way, and I regret it.
At her funeral today, listening to her family talk about what an amazing woman she was and what an amazing life she lived, it hit me hard how much she did for me. I realized that I need to stop taking things for granted and take more time being around those I love. I feel so bad that I was not there for her in a time that she needed it, even though she was always there for me. I'm so grateful that she gets to be with her husband again! It was such a happy funeral, but we are going to miss her immensely!
I love you Sister Minor! Thank you for all you did for me and my family! I will never forget you!
This is so true of Steve and I. As soon as I saw him walk into my math class a few years ago, I texted my sister saying that my future husband just walked past me. Thinking about it now...that sounds pretty creepy! This time of year is a special time for me though, because it is when we started dating and got engaged. Oh the days. So for viewing pleasure...a picture history of US!
