My Grandpa has always refused to place Grandma in a home. After she started to get a little dementia, they moved from Lone Pine, CA where they raised their seven children and where we all played as kids, and moved to St. George in a little town home next to the temple in St. George (around 5 years ago). Grandpa has always been an independent man and so when his health was really failing and he called my Aunt CiCi to come out and help (she's an RN) we knew it was bad. Cancer had gotten into his bloodstream and the doctor didn't give him more than a week. So Dad and I met in Vegas and then drove to St. George to see him for the last time. There had already been a few cases where his breathing and heartbeat slowed so much they thought he wouldn't make it before we got there.
All the family around him kept reassuring him that we were on our way and to hold on and he did. We got there and it was the last time he opened his eyes and tried to speak. After that evening he slipped into a semi-coma and didn't open his eyes again, but struggled breathing. We gathered around him and had a family prayer of release. He hung on until the following afternoon when he drew his last breath with Grandma laying and cuddling beside him and all his loved ones around his bed singing his favorite hymns.
I can honestly say that this was probably one of the hardest things to go through that I have ever experienced in my life. It was so beautiful to have all of us gathered there singing to him and I know he would've wanted to go that way--without all the I.V and computers hooked up to him in a strange hospital room. He had his sweetheart of 68 years, some of his children and grandchildren by his side. The spirit was so strong when he passed as we sang. I know he would've wanted to go this way. My Grandpa was a good man and lived a good righteous life--it's neat that the last check he wrote that same week was one for tithing (even though "technically" he has already payed tithing on his retirement back when he was putting it away), but he faithfully wrote a check out every month he got some of it.
A really hard part of this trip was leaving BAiley and Chris. I love them so much--Chris has been amazing and has stayed with Bailey since Thursday. He has been so sweet and supportive. It would've been hard having BAiley there while I was struggling with this and while I sat by his side for a day and a night. I also was then able to spend a couple nights sleeping with and comforting my Grandma. I am so thankful for the gospel and the knowledge we have that families are together forever and not just until death. Without knowing this I could not even imagine what it would be like to lose a loved one.
The funeral was beautiful, short and sweet. My dad spoke and the Gradnchildren sang "Families Can Be Together Forever." It has been a hard week and emotionally draining, but I'm so grateful that I was able to go. I am now waiting in the LasVEgas airport to go home and I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am to see Chris and little Bailey--I love them so much!
I unfortunately didn't get many pictures, but here are a few:
My cousin's sweet newborn babygirl--Eva

Shalyce's adorable little boy--Karter

Grandpa, the morning before he passed









