Aunt Lizaboo's Funeral

It was not great to return from Denver shortly to have to leave again for my third trip and second funeral in a period of three weeks.  This time I took the girls because Bethany was convinced that Journey would need her moral support as well as a plate of caramel rice crispies. (As if this would make up for losing one of the greatest grandmas a ten year old girl ever had - Bethany having the other one).  Journey was indeed glad to see her though.  It is actually always great seeing everyone except that at funerals you become so keenly aware that there is someone very important missing.  I remember thinking that at my dad's funeral too.  "Wow, what a great party this would be - if only...".  Oh well.  I guess someday we'll have that perfect party and then hopefully no one will be missing.  Speaking of which, my Uncle Dale bore his testimony the Sunday before the funeral and he told his daughters that he was really sad that their reunion had been interrupted. (At least they were all there with Aunt Liz when she died though.  There was no other way she would have wanted to go)  But that now, it was their job to get ready for their next reunion and that he didn't want any of them to not be there.  Let me tell you, there was not a dry eye in the place.  Uncle Dale does have a way with words.

Here is the floral arrangement we got for Aunt Liz.  I had to specially order the ribbons but it was totally worth it.

We had to fiddle with ribbons until we got it just right.

My cousin Amy, my Aunt Cindy, My Aunt Sandra (who got to come because she was still in West Jordan with Stephanie's family) and my cousin Kathy.  I love these guys to pieces.  Stay healthy guys!

 Mom, Becca, Cordell and Aubrey finishing a quite delightful dinner.

Amber on her way home from the funeral.  There was some reason she posed in front of a Coke cooler but I honestly can't remember what it was.  That is what you get when you go too long between photography and blogging.

Apparently Bethy got ahold of the camera during the trip home and decided to try out her budding talent.  Not bad for a moving picture.  This was on the Napi route between Ship Rock and Cuba.  We finally figured it out Amber.

It's a good thing Bethany took the picture above and below because I no sooner got home than I lost the funeral program.  I have been wanting to cry about it until I saw these on the memory card.

Sometimes, I wonder if it will ever be the same going to southern Utah without Liz being there.  But I know she would want us to keep the family close, so we will give it our best shot.