Emily's blog: Sweet Grandma Rowe

Carry On was the closing song in church this past Sunday. I was busy putting the church bag together and didn't realize it. It took Jaden, leaning across Kyle, pushing her hymnbook under my nose to get my attention. "It's Grandma's song," she said. And it is. It is her song because she loved it and she loved to repeat those two words whenever someone was coming or going or doing neither. So, of course, I dropped my bag and joined in with my family. It wasn't hard to hear Grandma's voice in the back of my head bouncing right along to the tune. And, so, I finally post about that memorable day.

Grandma's funeral was sweet, sweet, sweet. I can not think of a better word to describe it. It reflected what a sweet lady she was in her old age. Cheerful and grateful, always grateful, is how I will remember her in her last years. During a visit last year, I poured Grandma a glass of milk. She thanked me wholeheartedly over that glass of milk, telling me it was delicious and then asked if I'd milked the cows myself that morning. Must have been a good blend. I hope I told her that I did, in fact, milk those cows.

It was a sweet surprise, during the viewing with family, when I finally noticed that Grandma's casket glowed with a faint tint of pink. Quite fitting for that lady who loved and looked so good in pink.

It was sweet to reunite with long lost cousins, catching up on their lives and listening to their memories of Grandma. Most of them not so different than my memories of her.

It was sweet to gather (under one roof where we weren't sleeping on top of each other) with all of my sibs (excluding expectant Deborah) just as grandma would have wanted it, because: "Family is Everything." Another favorite line of hers to shout from the mountain tops. I sure hope my kids can remember the inflection and sound of Grandma's voice as those words rolled off her tongue multiple times a day. I want to remember falling asleep with Sarah and Elle the night before Grandma's funeral reminiscing about her life as we knew her. But also, we wondered about the Mary Alice Pratt Rowe that we didn't know. We look forward to being with her again.

It was sweet to have received the call with news of Grandma's passing within 15 minutes of her leaving this world. I sat on the curb outside my home playing out in my head that reunion between my Grandma and Grandpa, as it was most surely still happening. After 21 years apart they are together again. And again, my thoughts were outside of me as I pictured Grandma reuniting with, Lorette, my mom's little sister who died at the early age of 4 after losing her battle with Leukemia. Oh, to have been a fly on heaven's walls.

But for me, the sweetest memory of that day was watching my mom tuck her own mother into that pink casket, bidding her the final farewell of the day as Grandma's posterity looked on. My heart was in my throat at that moment. Thinking of it now brings me to tears. Watching my mom care for Grandma while she lived, as well as after she passed are some of the sweetest memories I have of those two ladies.

You were right Grandma, Family is Everything. Lucky me to be a part of your family. I truly look forward to being with you and Grandpa again. But until then I'll "Carry On" here with my little (and larger extended) family hoping to instill in them what you couldn't help but proclaim the instant you were informed that that unfamiliar face standing before you was family -- Family Is Everything.

I realize that I look out of place in that shot. First off, my pink, in honor of Grandma was a little too pink. Probably not Grandma's taste of pink, honestly. But Elle had it in her luggage and I wanted to wear it for the occasion. Second, I was taking the pic and I was running in at the last minute, in those heels nonetheless, so my body language says I don't want to be a part of that family. But I do, I do, with all of my heart. I love that group of human beings! And we are the definition of a group if I don't say so myself. Also, I absolutely love Lexy in that shot! She's the one pleading for us to cease picture taking.

Cousins. Spanning from one side of the room to the other side of the room. I only had my big lens with me that weekend. So good luck trying to get a zoomed out shot. (We are actually missing quite a few that were in attendance. I don't know how they missed this shot. So sorry about that.)