Last Wednesday (August 22) my dear, sweet grandma, Maurine, or "Grandma F." as we Taylor kids called her, passed away. She was one of the most caring, kind, loving, and giving people that I have ever known. I am so grateful that I was able to see her in June when I came out to Utah for my job interview. Mom and I stopped to see her right after the interview, and she was so excited to think that I might get a job in Utah. We took this picture to celebrate the special occasion. I didn't think this would be the last time I would see her! When Grandma found out that I got the job in Salt Lake City, she was so excited, and we enjoyed talking on the phone about how I would come visit her often when Greg and I moved to Utah.

Unfortunately Grandma had a couple of falls--on August 11 and August 14--and her health rapidly went downhill. On Thursday, August 16, my mom called to tell me that Grandma was not doing well. I was able to talk with Grandma briefly on the phone, and she told me goodbye and that she would see me in heaven. I told her that I hoped that I would see her when I came to Utah the next week. We both said how much we loved each other, and I told her goodbye. I hoped that she would recover, but later that day Grandma became unresponsive. She recovered a little bit the next day, and Mom held the phone up to Grandma so she could talk to me, but it was difficult for her to say very much. Things then went downhill very quickly. Greg and I spent the weekend packing my things and getting ready to head out to Utah. I had been planning to move my stuff out to Utah that next week anyway, but we moved our trip up, hoping that we could see Grandma. We left Springfield on Tuesday, August 21, and drove all the way to Ogallala, Nebraska, where we spent the night. I was excited to think that the next day we would make it to Utah and I could go visit Grandma, and Greg and I left very early on Wednesday morning. But just as we were driving through Laramie, Wyoming, my mom called to tell me that Grandma had passed away that morning. I was so sad that I was too late to see her, but I was grateful that she no longer had to suffer. Greg and I arrived in Utah seven hours later--seven hours too late. I was happy to learn that my sister Lindy had stayed late into the night with Grandma on Tuesday--I'm sure that was a wonderful comfort to Grandma.

We spent the evening with Mom and Dad over at the Barretts' house where we all enjoyed talking and reminiscing about Grandma. While we were talking about Grandma, we looked outside and saw this beautiful rainbow in the sky! My nieces were sure that Grandma had requested the rainbow to let us know that she was happy in heaven with Grandpa F.
The next day we all needed a little cheering up, so we and the Barretts went to Orange Leaf--a delicious frozen yogurt place (Highland's version of Springfield's Cherry Berry!).
We spent the next couple of days making arrangements for Grandma's funeral. On Friday evening, I had a special experience with Mom, Lindy, and Greg. We were able to go to the mortuary and be there while Grandma's favorite hairdresser, Cindy, did Grandma's hair. Lindy painted Grandma's nails, and we got her looking beautiful, as she always did.
On Saturday morning we went to Provo for Grandma's funeral. Her funeral service was held at the Oak Hills 1st Ward building. The Oak Hills 1st Ward was the Farnsworth family ward for years and years, and Grandma always considered that to be her home ward. When I arrived at the church the sun was just coming up over "Y" Mountain--a beautiful sight--and one that Grandma surely enjoyed many times while living in the foothills above Provo.
Her funeral service was beautiful--it was a fitting tribute to a truly amazing woman. One of the songs that was sung at her service was called "Remember Me" by Deanna Edwards. Grandma had requested that this song be sung at her funeral, and the song mentioned both rainbows and roses--two of Grandma's favorite things. We were able to lay some roses on Grandma's casket at the cemetery.
Here are the cute Barretts at the cemetery.
And here is the Taylor/Barrett/Bowles group. Grandma's greatest joy in life was her family, and we were so grateful for a wonderful day spent remembering and honoring Grandma.
We have spent the last couple of days cleaning out Grandma's apartment at the Charleston. Today Mom, Dad, and I moved furniture all day then drove up to Draper to pick up a table at IKEA. On our way back to the Charleston, something appeared in the sky . . . another beautiful rainbow. I was able to snap a picture of it right above the Charleston before it faded away. It was like one more little message from Grandma letting us know that all is well. Whenever I see a rainbow or a rose, I will always think of Grandma and remember her wonderful life. It makes me sad to think that I won't get to see Grandma any more in this life, but like Grandma told me, I will see her again in heaven. But until then, I will sure miss her!