My Grandma Knutti died on Tuesday at age 92 and we had her funeral yesterday. I thought I would share a few thoughts I’ve been having about it.
My grandparents watched me while my mom worked the first three years of my life and man did they document my life. Tons of pictures and video. I don’t remember any of that, but in the videos she always had the sweetest voice with me. Some things I do remember are she would always drag her feet a little when she walked. She loved her cats, Grandma Cat and Tailless. At the funeral I remembered that they buried Grandma Cat under the porch.(?) She was great at sewing and made me several doily’s. We used to go over to her house every Saturday morning and mow her lawn. She didn't hear very well and would sometimes answer yes to every question because she had no idea what you said. She was so quiet and meek.
She suffered from extreme paranoia and just the other week my parents gave me a loaf of bread they had bought for her that wasn’t quite right. After which I told them I didn’t want it if it was poisoned. She and my grandpa lived the most humble lives. I have never met anyone more humble. Just a couple of weeks ago we went to see her and I am so grateful that we did. Little did we know that would be the last, but what I blessing to have that. She also received my Christmas card before she died and wrote a nice note back to Ty. Some might say this is a hard time of year to lose someone and it did add some stress, but Heavenly Father truly blessed my family and my Grandma. I also think what a great time when we are celebrating the birth of the Savior who has made it possible for us to be together again. It has been wonderful to see how much Heavenly Father was looking out for my Grandma.