This is a short post, not lengthy by any means, because Rosie, who is 6, might wake up at any moment.

However, I just got back from Grammy’s funeral, and it was nice.

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Dad-5
Gordy-3
Liz-3
Steve-3.
That is a total of 14 grandkids, and 12 great-grandkids (and counting, I am looking at you Richardson fam!).
The awesome part, is that ALL grandkids show up. The preacher told us how rare that really is.

Seeing all of the family was amazing. Uncle Steve keeps getting cooler and cooler the older he gets. As a kid I was a bit intimidated by him. Now I love his punny sense of humor. And his marriage w Aunt Chris is something anyone should strive for.

Taiyo and Hiro are getting tall.
All the cousins are getting older and seem to be doing great career-wise, and this was such a cool site to see.

Jake is an amazing human being. His heart for others is something I strive for. I always say to myself that relationships are the most important thing- and they are. But Jake lives it out better than I ever could.

The part that tore my heart out was this: seeing the tombstone of Beatrice Wilcox Roome, Grammy’s twin. She died of pneumonia at two years old. Aunt Liz relayed that during Grammy’s last couple years, she would frequently ask, “When I see Beatrice, will she be an adult? Will I be a kid? Will she remember me?”

Grammy probably thought of her almost every day of her life. And that left me with something: Grammy’s life was tougher than I ever realized. She had hurdles in her life, but didn’t draw attention to them. She was tough, and looked upwards for strength. I think she found that strength.

She prayed in tongues. And, according to cousin Suzie, a dove landed on her chair one time when she was praying.

Ok, Mercy is waking up now. Attached are some pictures. Next up Ill add some more picture of my trip to Manhattan.