So Grandma Anderson died on Monday 17 of January. They had the funeral that Saturday. Everyone in Provo thought it would be nice to go the the funeral that would be held in Payette, Idaho, a 6 hour drive from Provo. There would be the added benefit of seeing family while there. There drive up and back had no major problems, excepted on the way there the dashboard lights went out and on the way back I missed a junction and had a 28 mile detour.
The Program.
There was a life sketch and a talk about the plan of salvation.
The casket at the burial site.
The marker.
I'm kind of fascinated with this kind of stuff. (I think fascinated is the right word). But I've want to start determining what to put on my tomb stone. I know I don't want to be under a 8 ft one. But Michael does, so we shall see what will happen.
Tables at the luncheon after the service.
The Center Piece.
It was nice spending the weekend with family. 12 people and a baby sleeping in 3 rooms is fun in my mind for a family get together. We played a lot of games and talked.
Whitney thought this was funny. And we just loved to hear her laugh.