This week we...
...said goodbye to Grandma Wilson. She is moving to Utah. They are selling her house in Yakima and she will be living with my Uncle Karl and Aunt Maxine, my dad's half brother, in Utah.
I know I have posted before about the sporadic nature of our visits to my Grandma over the past years. We would usually try to go at Christmas time with the whole family, but any other visit was of our own making. And then it probably never happened because we just wouldn't make it. As my Aunt and cousins hugged Grandma (the ones that she had lived by and with for the last 30 years), I started to cry. They were crying, and so sad to see her go. Their grief seemed more real because they had lived so close and been around her.
I felt something different. I felt the loss of what could have been and what now can never be. I could have visited more. I could have called more, written more, been around her more. I wanted to ask her more about her life; what it was like; what she was like. We used to say "We're just not that close." But now we never will be because she's gone. I will not have those easy opportunities to go and see her anymore. I remember this quote from President Monson in a General Conference (turns out it was from way back in 2009). This is totally what I am feeling:
Karl, Evelyn, Dad
I felt something different. I felt the loss of what could have been and what now can never be. I could have visited more. I could have called more, written more, been around her more. I wanted to ask her more about her life; what it was like; what she was like. We used to say "We're just not that close." But now we never will be because she's gone. I will not have those easy opportunities to go and see her anymore. I remember this quote from President Monson in a General Conference (turns out it was from way back in 2009). This is totally what I am feeling:
...[W]e should not let them [stresses] get in the way of what
is most important—and what is most important almost always involves the
people around us. Often we assume that they must know how much we
love them. But we should never assume; we should let them know. Wrote
William Shakespeare, “They do not love that do not show their love." We will never regret the kind words spoken or the affection
shown. Rather, our regrets will come if such things are omitted from our
relationships with those who mean the most to us.
Send that note to the friend you’ve been neglecting; give your child a hug; give your parents
a hug; say “I love you” more; always express your thanks. Never let a
problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.
Friends move away, children grow up, loved ones pass on. It’s so easy to
take others for granted, until that day when they’re gone from our
lives and we are left with feelings of “what if” and “if only.” Said
author Harriet Beecher Stowe, “The bitterest tears shed over graves are
for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.” (bold type added for emphasis)
I really felt the words of this quote as we drove away from my Grandma's house. I will not ever get that time back.
I really felt the words of this quote as we drove away from my Grandma's house. I will not ever get that time back.
...made muffin tin crayons. It was so fun! I was addicted and didn't want to let the kids help me. It was so fun to use up all the old and broken crayons. I was about ready to just throw them all away. We mixed and matched the colors to make our own unique Reese's-peanut-butter-cup-like crayons.
Broken Crayons
Broken Crayons in muffin tin
Box knife: secret weapon in getting the wrappers off.
(cut down the seam of the wrapper-so much easier)
Broken crayons in muffin tin, melting
muffin cup crayons, solid colors
muffin cup crayons, eclectic overload
Lainey happily drawing with muffin cup crayons
...made guns. We got these snap together toys from our friends and the kids had a lot of fun playing with them. They especially liked making guns. Lainey was so funny with her gun and her gun noise. It was almost like a "pff, pff." We had a good time pretending to die for her.
Look at that form!
There's her lips in "pff, pff" action.
Emma played a great dead person.
...had fun with homemade geoboards. I was part of a busy bags craft night and we chose to make geoboards. Ok, I decided to make them and Jason said he would help me. They were pretty easy to do, if we could keep the nails straight. They were a big hit with the kids. They loved making different shapes and designs.
Emma thought we needed our picture taken.
A couple of Emma's designs

































