Update

It has been a long weekend that went by too fast. Claire and Jared arrived on Thursday. We had dinner with them then had to take Max home to bed. His breathing was off and we were worried. Friday Morning we took him to the Pediatrician. He had a chest x-ray to make sure he didn't have pneumonia. Lucky for us, the image came back clear. Max was put back on his breathing treatments every 4 hours. Nana Kay watched Max during his nap while Curtis, Claire, Jared and I did some shopping. Grandma Christie watched Max that night while we attended Grandpa Finch's viewing. I kept it together most of the night. I didn't cry until the very end when we were all leaving and I went to find my dad. He was standing over grandpa - it was the sweetest picture. I'm crying just thinking about it.
Saturday we headed back for the funeral. Grandma Christie took Max for us again. I had no chance of keeping my emotions under control. It all started when the morticians asked grandma it she was ready for them to close the casket. It all seemed very final. I was searching for tissues but there were none to be found.
We headed to the chapel for the program. My dad was the first to speak. I had completely soaked my one tissue. Curtis let me have his, but it was soaked in a few seconds. I resorted to a baby wipe then my sweet sister Lindsey kindly brought me a whole roll of toilet paper from the restroom. The children in the two rows ahead of me started at me while I blew my nose over and over. My niece, Kennedy, asked me why I cried so much. I had heard her ask Claire that question earlier and I copied her answer, "Because I love him so much".
My dad has 7 siblings. Each one gave about a 4 minute talk. Each talk was filled with memories and attributes I love about my grandpa. They all love him too. I think watching them cry is what made me cry the most. Curtis even cried a little.
The grave site was beautiful. I don't think I have ever seen so many flowers in honor of one person. Grandpa was in the Navy so we heard taps and the 21 gun solute. It was wonderful.
We took a picture when we got back to the church. Only 9 of the 43 grand-kids were missing. Grandpa has 62 great-grand-children but I'm not sure how many of them made it.
That evening we had a small birthday party for Kennedy. She had a beautiful pink castle cake. It was a happy time but we were all worn out from the days activities.
Sunday morning all of my siblings met at my parents house for one last meal together before everyone went home. Jared lives in Australia and we have not seen him in over 2 years. It was so great to be together. It seems like we do a lot of laughing when we are all together.
Lindsey and I drove Claire to the airport so we could have a little sister time. I'm always sad when she has to leave. I really wish she could move back home.
Tyler, Lindsey and family were the next to leave. We had lots of hugs and plan to see each other soon.
Jared was the hardest to let go this time. I couldn't say goodbye at my parents so I asked them to stop by when they were leaving. I hugged him several times and kept it together until he was out the door. Curtis let me hug him as long as I wanted (good therapy) and I cried... again.
For having dry eyes, I did a lot of crying this weekend.
We stayed home that evening but Jim and Christie stopped by with a gift for us. It was a beautiful drawing of the Manti Temple where my grandpa sealed us. Very thoughtful.
Now here we are back to Monday. Max has just peeked out of his room so I better go play mommy.