I just got back from the midwest last night. The visitation was on Sunday and the funeral was on Monday. When we got to the church on Sunday, there were monarch butterflies everywhere. Grandma Neva loved butterflies.
I made a slideshow of pictures of grandma Neva, one section just from the G. Neva Convention to Blessed Assurance, and then it went to a video my dad took when we were there in July where he asked what she would like to tell her grandchildren, then it went to another section of slideshow of just various pictures of her, older than from this summer, and set it to This is Our Father’s World. Everyone really liked it, and I’m glad I was able to do something to honor her memory.
The message that the pastor gave was beautiful, and I spent some time talking to him while we were at the dinner they had afterwards. He was a great guy and he loved Grandma Neva.
One of the men in the church, the technical sort of guy offered to make copies of the slideshow for the people in the town who wanted one so I gave him my first copy, since I still had the files saved on my laptop so I could just make other copies.
We had to clean out her apartment, and we found all kinds of really cool treasures like her High School graduation picture(1929!) among other very old pictures and notebooks with her jottings and clip-outs. I’ve taken those things home and I plan to archive them digitally. The neighbor, whose name is also Neva, oddly enough, and whose husband is the man who is making DVD copies offered to ship the rest of the photo albums for us, and also the rocking chair which belonged to Grandma Neva’s grandmother. My mom actually had a dream about that rocking chair.
She had beautiful handwriting and we couldn’t bear to throw out anything she had written on. And she wrote on everything. There would be an old envelope with an envelope and a bit of scripture on it.
When we went through her jewelry, I found that there was a locket with a picture of me as a baby in it. I thought that was special, because I didn’t see any lockets with anyone else’s pictures in them.