Grandmother Taylor

My Grandmother Taylor (she preferred to be called Grandmother) left her tired body and went to her heavenly home in February. Her funeral was not a sad event. It was lovely to feel the peace in the room as her sons spoke of her life and the things she taught them. She had been so tired for so long I had forgotten that she was a fun woman at one time. I forgot that she loved to dance, that she gave "cocos", and taught her boys to cook and clean. I didn't realize how many copies of the Book of Mormon she bought and gave away, or that she marked in each one the verses she felt would be helpful.

I do remember: that when I said avocado she said avocate, she crocheted beautiful baby booties and once when she came to visit she made booties tailored to one of my dolls, she tried to teach me to play the piano and to this day I can't read music but I use her trick for following the "skips and steps", she drove a Mustang, she loved music, she loved Spanish, she loved Mexico, she was proud of her children and grandchildren, and her testimony of the gospel was her most prized possession.

This is a family photo taken at Grandpa Taylor's funeral.

This is Grandma with Camille, Doug, and me.

This is Grandma at her 85th birthday party with my sister Chris and her family.


My cute nephews and niece needed to see how deep the hole was... so adorable!

It was a lovely service and much of it was a mix of Spanish and English which I'm sure my dear Grandmother loved!