We made a quick trip to Utah last week for my grandma‘s funeral. My grandmother had requested that the service be no longer than one hour, that my sister play Finlandia on her flute (familiar to many of us as the hymn “Be Still My Soul“), and that we tell jokes. We did our best to honor her wishes. As the oldest grandchild, I had the privilege of writing and reading her life sketch. Although it was a sad day, it was comforting to remember the promise of the resurrection and know that she’s still somewhere making people laugh.
Even though it wasn’t under ideal circumstances, it was good to see family. The kids brightened everyone’s day and we soaked up what little time we had before we made our journey back to soggy Colorado.