The Meadowlark

When we were in Canada Uncle Moyle (Grandpa’s brother) told me about a bird called the meadowlark. He demonstrated their call and told me to listen out for them as they would be hanging around the cemetery. When Grandpa dedicated Grandma’s grave, the meadowlark sang his song and I was captivated.


Grandma’s funeral was beautiful. For sure one of the most special funerals I have been to.

I don’t really know what to write about her funeral. We had the viewing on the Friday night, and funeral service Saturday morning, the luncheon thereafter, and then we travelled down to Leavitt for the burial. After the burial we went to the Davidsen’s house for supper. It was a very special day that I will never forget.



I’m going to be honest. I was really guttered. I was upset and I was really really bummed. I’d first met Grandma and Grandpa on Skype several years ago. When Melisse and Brooklyn came over for our wedding they brought cards from the family. Grandma had written on her card to us that I had been a part of their family for a very long time. That meant a lot to me and I will treasure that forever. When Bryton and I booked our tickets to the States and Canada I emailed Grandma on her birthday to let her know that we were coming. I was so excited!!! In only a few months I would finally be able to meet them in person. Three weeks ago we Skyped Grandma and Grandpa again and we all shared our excitement about going over. A week later Grandma passed away and my dreams of finally meeting her were over. My heart was heavy and I had a mixture of emotions.

This is all very selfish of me. I know it was much harder for her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Who am I to be so upset about this when her closer family members mourned their loss?

When I called my parents to let them know we were going, my mum told me that I needed to be strong for Bryton and his family. I thought, sure, that’s easy! I can do that!

What a joke.

It was more like Bryton’s family was comforting me and that was really embarrassing.


Grandma was a sweet woman. I say that I never got to meet her, but I did. I met her years ago when I first talked to her on Skype. She had lots of photos of us and we talked often. When the time comes that I shall be called up to work with my Father and Savior, I will rejoice knowing that I finally get to embrace Grandma for the very first time and the meadowlark will sing his song.


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