Sorry, Elder Perry.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
My Grandmother's Funeral/The Day Dallin took a Swing at one of the Twelve Apostles
My grandma's funeral was yesterday and it was so good. My whole family, except for my brother Steven, who is on a mission, was able to be there. I think all of the grandchildren except for two were there, so you can imagine how many great-grandkids there were. The service was really nice, but I'm surprised at how hard it is to say good-bye to someone who is 90 years old and has lived a full and happy life. It seems like it would be easy, but I don't know if it ever is. It was a good day though, and there was only one event that made me wish I had never been born. L. Tom Perry was at the funeral because he is related to my family by marriage (he is married to my uncle's sister) and it was really neat to have a general authority there. He gave some really nice closing remarks and after the meeting he happened to be standing in the chapel talking to some people as we walked through to go to the car. Okay, fine, van. We were on our way to the van. Anyway, he finished up talking just as we passed and he turned to greet us. Dallin, who had just left the nursery and was not happy about it, was the first in line. Elder Perry greeted him and held out his hand, "Hello, young man, how are you?" to which Dallin replied by giving a loud whine and acting like he was going to hit him. LT: "Well, it looks like someone could use a nap!" Dallin: "NOOOOOO!!!" Which just, you know, is one of those proud moments as a parent when you wish there was some way you could pass your child off as belonging to someone else. But there was no one else around and the floor didn't swallow me up like I was praying it would, so Jason and I just gave fake little laughs and tried to pretend our 4-year-old had not just tried to attack one of the Twelve Apostles. Luckily, L.Tom is a jolly old soul and laughed it off and turned his attention to Luke's big bushy head of hair, which comes in handy in a lot of situations. It's like the ultimate ice breaker to have a 2-year-old who looks like he's 40. 40 in a cute way.