Early this morning we took the kids out to Mesa to see their Grandmother for the last time. Carole Aston Montierth was a mother of 7 beautiful children. She was rich in talents for sewing, homemaking and even learned the art of trim carpentry to help with the family business. Since becoming a mother, I have grown in greater appreciation for the quiet strength it takes to make a home and nurture children who are by nature needy and demanding. I stand in admiration for this woman who triumphed over many difficult experiences in life and gave of herself such that all her children knew, truly knew of her love for them. Her last years were plagued with dementia and Alzheimer's but despite that, her smile never failed to let us know that she was as much present as possible. In fact at our Christmas party, Isaac spent some time chatting with her, and even spelling him her name. I will not forget how she looked at him and the warmth of her grin had him giggle.
While this is a sad and difficult time, we rejoice that she is once again reunited with her husband, Lyle Montierth and that the pains of this life are passed. We find comfort in knowing of her reunion with loved ones and most of all, her Savior without whom families could not be together forever. For time and all eternity, till we meet again Mom. We love you.