The funeral

The reason for our trip to Utah: my mom's Uncle Robert's funeral. 

It was really quite nice. His wife, Aunt Helen, died just 8 weeks ago.

They were both well into their eighties, and it's sweet to think of them together on the other side. 

Attending Great-Aunt Rosalie's funeral last month, and then Great-Uncle Robert's funeral this got me thinking. Last time I knew half of the people in the room. This time close to none. But they are my family. How sad it that? That the first time I go out of my way to get to know them, is because someone has died. I made a pact with myself right then and there that I want my son to know his family. I want to make family a priority. I want to do whatever it takes to always go to family reunions and get-togethers, to support my family, no matter how distant they might be.  I'm grateful that my mom always made family a prioritry. 

It's finally sinking in, mom.

My mom with her grandparents

Incredible military service. So moving.

His 6 children

Fred was cold!

eating my face?