It was around this time last year that my sweet Grandmother passed away. She was simply one of the most beautiful people I have ever known. I think of her often - wishing I could tell her about my children and all the experiences we are having out here. I'd love to pick up the phone and hear her voice again - reminding me to take care of my husband or telling me about the latest Shakespeare sonnet she has just re-read, or the Conference talk that was just replayed on KBYU and has moved her to tears.
I love this picture of Grandpa & Grandma with Spencer and me. I wish the scan could have picked up all the natural light - I love the light falling on their faces. Love the joy.
I love remembering how much she loved all her grandchildren. It was a wonderful time when you went to lunch or dinner with Grandma. Always excellent conversation and good company.
One of my favorite parts about Grandma was how I felt when I was with her. My father paraphrased it well - one comes away from a visit with Grandma believing a great conversation has passed, when in fact the entire time was spent by the guest talking about herself/himself.
She was lovely, generous, full of warmth and "perfect" in my eyes and I miss her.