This past weekend we took another whirlwind trip to Salt Lake City, for my grandmother's funeral. I haven't written about it before now because I'm not very eloquent and I just feel she deserves better recognition than just a "you'll be missed"-type post. I didn't get to see her very often because we've always lived so far away, but she worked hard to make sure we had a wonderful relationship. She sent tons of postcards and letters to me over the years, and whenever we went to visit she'd go out of her way to make me feel welcome and happy. I particularly remember always getting little plastic baggies full of my favorite cereal, sleeping in the "princess room" (right next door to her room), and hearing her musical laugh. She is definitely one of the most angelic people I've ever had the privilege to meet, and I'm very grateful to be part of her family forever!
Once again, we managed to not take any pictures... Here's the best I've got (Jon was sitting behind Isaac, so he escaped being photographed):