It's been about a year and a half since my last post. I looked back at those posts, and I feel so much older than I did then. In that time frame I made some of the best friends I have ever had, and watched them all leave home for the big world, I sent my sister on an LDS mission, I got my big brother back from a mission, I became a section leader in the high school marching band, I hit two over-the-fence home runs, my other sister got married, and now I have watched two beloved family members move on from this life.
On the fourth of May 2014, my mom's older brother died unexpectedly at the age of fifty. It was hard to watch so many of my loved ones, especially my aunt, suffer the loss. Today, my grandma died. This was not so unexpected, but it certainly wasn't any easier.
I have been wanting to start this blog again for some time. I guess my grandma's death was the shove I finally needed to start again. This post is most definitely a tribute to her.
My grandma was born the twenty-second of August 1925. She married my grandpa and together they had eight children. My dad is the seventh of eight. My grandparents lovingly raised their children in Utah. This paid off in the form of over forty grandchildren and even more great-grandchildren.
Grandma was always big on family history. She has written many books and manuscripts on my ancestors. Her love of history passed onto my father, and onto me. I can still remember the many visits we have made throughout my life to that house. She always told me stories and showed me heirlooms that she had been given. She always talked about loved ones she had researched at family reunions, and she always did her best to help us all understand those who came before.
Grandma was a wonderful woman. Not having her around is going to be hard, but she has lived for almost fourteen years without Grandpa. She was very weak, and at the end, couldn't even leave the house. I believe that she is with Grandpa and she is meeting all those people she spent her life researching.
To a woman who I literally owe my life to, who raised the most wonderful father in the world. Thank you, and I can't wait to see you again someday.
