In Memory of Grandma Bunker

On Sunday night I went to my Grandmas viewing. When I arrived at the church, the room was filled with things that meant the most to her, pictures of family, her scriptures, her rocking chair. In the corner a movie of her telling her life history was playing in the corner. This was how i rembered her, always telling stories. I found comfort watching it. Then they wheeled in a white casket where she lie lifeless, a stark contrast to the video playing in the corner. As the viewing progressed, may people filled the room saying their goodbyes to Grandma Bunker and offering support to her family left behind. Everyone talked and reminsced, it was a celebration for this wonderful women.

Another viewing was on monday before the funeral. As each of her children said goodbye to her before the casket I imagined Grandma placing a kiss on each on of their heads. For the funeral the grandchildren sang a Childs Prayer for the opening song. My voice quavered as i sang. My dad and uncle sang Oh My Father. President Richardson and President Ray gave talks. My aunt played a medly of hymns on the organ. Everything spoken, sung, and played testified of Christ, the perfect tribute to her for she loved her Savior. It wasn't a mourniong for her death but a celebration of her life.