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Notes Jason and Kayla gave me before I left

The only way to take grief out of death is to take love out of life

I am back from my super quick trip to Arizona. It was so hot I don't know how people live down there in the the summer. I learned a lot about my grandpa and got to spend time with my family. Most of my forty cousins were there and it was good to catch up with them. Aaron was a good baby (most of the time). He loved to watch tv from the hotel bed. He did great on the flights- still wouldn't let anyone hold him and was nervous whenever someone tried to pinch his cheeks- but he didn't scream on the plane which was my big worry.

My Amazing Grandma Dorothy

Friday night there was a viewing for family only. The family filled up the chapel at the mortuary. Grandma Dorothy is one of those people "who get things done". She could organize a conference for 8000 people and not think twice about it. The whole weekend was beautifully planned. All the kids (our parents were referred to as kids!) and grand kids as well as some great aunts and uncles had the opportunity to say goodbye to grandpa Lisonbee We were able to share stories and things we remembered about him. It was a very tender and enjoyable (and funny) night. The funeral was the next morning at 9:30. Yes 9:30 so we had to get to the church by 8:30 the goal was to beat the heat but in Mesa I don't think you can get up early enough to do that. After the funeral, the Relief Society served a great lunch for that family. (Yes, they did have the potatoes.) We went back to the hotel for a quick rest before heading to one of my Aunts houses for a BBQ and swim party. There was another service on Sunday at the retirement village where my grandparents live but I had to miss it and catch the flight home.