Nick attended the funeral Friday for his sweet Grandmother, Alta Preston. She would have celebrated her 95th birthday next month. We all wanted to be there, but we couldn't get two seats on the same flight (which is only a problem because Henry can't fly alone.)
Grandma Preston was a wonderful woman, and while she will be missed, I am glad that her final illness was of relatively short duration and that she is at peace. I took the kids to see her a month ago, and knew it is probably the last time I would ever see her in this life. So even in missing the funeral, I felt like I had the chance to say goodbye, and show our love for her. I think one thing that made her so special was that whoever was in her presence felt loved by her. I think that is what being Christian means, and I don't know of a higher compliment I could give a person.