My Grandma had requested a simple graveside service, and it was absolutely perfect for such an unpleasant circumstance. Daniel was able to be a Paul Bearer along with my brothers, dad, cousin, and uncles.
My mom delivered the life sketch. It was filled with fond memories, hilarious stories, and undeniable recollections of my Grandma's unconditional love to those around her.
Christmas was, without question, my Grandma's favorite holiday. She had an obsession with Christmas trees, holiday decor, Christmas music, and, most of all, she loved celebrating our Savior, Jesus Christ. It didn't take much consideration while planning the graveside service to have a few cousins sing "Silent Night" right there in the middle of a hot, July afternoon.
My uncle, Greg, was the concluding speaker. My mom and Greg so adequately displayed their inherited attributes from their mom, like humor, tenderness, and love, while speaking about her influence on them and so many others.
My Grandpa, surrounded closely by his children, dedicated my Grandma's grave. It was a simple and much needed prayer of comfort and closure to me. The passing of my Grandma is the first close relative that I have lost during my lifetime. The service was hot, and far too emotional for a pregnant woman. But I wouldn't have had it any other way, because I feel so blessed to have this little connection to heaven inside of me and it makes my Grandma feel a little less far away knowing that she's taking great care in preparing my baby girl to come to earth and join this crazy, loving family of theirs in twelve short weeks.
Despite the many tears, there were two little boys that were quick to bring laughter and smiles.
It was also nice and comforting to be surrounded by my closest friends, my sisters! (Yes, the extra one is going to be my newest sister!)
The whole day really reminded us to hold on to each other a little tighter,
hug a little closer,
kiss a little sweeter,
and laugh a little louder!
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