We attended Jeff's funeral on Monday. It was a nice service at Colleen's (Jeff's mom) church house, followed by a luncheon and a brief service at the cemetery. I told Hyrum about it that morning. I didn't think it made much sense to tell him earlier. He definitely understands as much as a four year old understands, we've been through more than a few funerals in the last year or two. He asked if Blake (Jeff's youngest son, 6 months older than Hyrum) still had a mom. And he said he'd miss Jeff. He's mentioned it a few times since then as well. We went to the shop a lot and it was always "Jeff's shop".
The next day I found out that a dear neighbor and friend who had been on hospice for the last couple of months finally passed away. Shawna was an older lady in the ward who had cancer (for the second time) and was an avid gardener. She lived in a corner lot across the street with her sister and had a huge garden that a lot of people in the ward helped out with and often received the fruits (and vegetables) of our labor.
The day after that I received a phone call from Justin's mom, Lisa. Her brother took his own life the day before. I didn't know Guy very well, in fact, I had never met him. But, we talked about him and his two boys, Ethan and Skylar, are a big part of our life and family. It seems like Justin is a little off the radar when these things happen and it took until the next morning to get through to him. I don't now how generations before me dealt with having a husband in the military, or even one that doesn't have a private room and access to the internet at all times.
Guy's service was Saturday afternoon. Just a small family dinner at Lisa and Dave's clubhouse. There were a few pictures and Lisa spoke about how Guy often gave blood as an act of service for others.
Two services for two men that left this life too soon. It's nice to be around family and see how they come together during times of need. It's just nicer when these aren't the reasons we're all coming together!
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