So the same day I am celebrating Ivan's life and his big 4th birthday--my grandma Smith at age 83 passes away. This picture was taken just six weeks ago and I am SO glad we went to see her on our way to Arkansas. This was her first time to meet Ammon and only her 2nd with Ivan. I was happy to see that she keeps pictures and cards I send her near her chair. We are working out details on getting to Oklahoma for the funeral. Even though she has lived in Missouri for several years, she will be buried next to Grandpa in Tahlequah, OK. I now have no adults other than my mom in my direct line. Having lost my dad and all other grandparents. It seems a bit lonely. I guess with time, the generations will flow the other direction and I'll become the grandma and great grandma.
I think she felt bad she couldn't offer us anything. But she offered us her Christmas fudge (notice the red tin) and my boys ate every bit of it! I'll miss knowing Grandma Hettie Louise Smith is there. I may blog later about the funeral. I expect it to be interesting knowing this side of the family and all of our varied religions, ideologies, and injured feelings. Still, I'm hoping for a good experience. I've heard there will be feathers and balloons?! Nope, I'm not kidding!