Grandma Dorothy

It's a weird mix of emotions when you get news that your grandma has died. In one aspect you are so happy that she finally is able to be reunited with her beloved husband, son, and Heavenly Father. On the other hand though I feel like being selfish and wishing that she was still here, wishing that I did more with her, that I showed her I loved her more, wishing that I played bingo with her, or that I wrote down ever single story she told me, that I played the piano with her more, that I got to hear her sing the hymns in her old croaky voice again, that I got to hold her hand and talk about my father as a child again, that I got to hear stories of my grandpas I've never had the honor of meeting, that I got to have one more tea party with her, that I got to talk about the gospel again with her, that my husband was able to spend more time with her. There are so many wants and wishes of wanting that little extra time with her, but I have to realize the world was able to spend 93 wonderful years with her and now its her husband, her sons and her Heavenly Fathers time to have her. Grandma Dorothy, I love you. You were the greatest example of who I want to be. You were the kindest most genuine soul I have ever met and you had so much spunk. Thank you for being the greatest person I have ever had the privilege of knowing, and I am so eternally grateful that I was lucky enough to call you my grandma. Give kisses to my grandpas, my future babies, and put in a good word for me to the big man and tell him how grateful I am for sharing you with me. I love you.