Yesterday we drove to Idaho to attend the viewing and funeral of Wyatt’s grandmother. She was sick for several months, and her passing was not unexpected. It was nice to spend some time with Wyatt’s family, both extended and immediate. Wynn & Heidi & kids flew into town, as did Jena and Jacob & Melinda (who finished their summer internship). Only Lance & kids didn’t make it, but it was the first time all the siblings were together since probably before Jacob’s mission.
I didn’t know Grandma Farmer very well, but Wyatt told me some great stories of her and growing up. I think it was great for the family to spend some time remembering her and how she touched their lives.




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