My grandmother, Lois Cook, passed away two weeks ago.
I wanted to write about this sooner. I was asked to give a speech at her funeral, something I was glad to be able to do, but for the week in-between her death and the ceremony I found that composing a blog entry in my head was muddled with composing a eulogy in my head.
The weekend in Salt Lake and the funeral itself was as nice as such things could be. It was good to see family again; and although I miss her and I'm sad that it feels like a door has been permanently locked on one part of my life, I know that this is what she wanted.
I learned a new favorite story about her. She was serving as Gospel Doctrine teacher in her ward. She's done that calling before - we used to talk about her lessons when I would go over to her place for Sunday dinner, and I know that she enjoyed it.
Apparently she was called into the Bishop's office several months ago. He told her that she was going to be released from the calling.
She said no.
That... that just doesn't happen. It's rare to say no when they offer you a calling. It's downright unheard of to decline leaving it. She kept the calling for a few more months. Then, when she was too tired to continue, she informed the bishop that now she would be released.
She was smart, stubborn, opinionated, devout, compassionate, and she was my friend.
She decided when it was time to go, but I'll still miss her.