"Death is a mere passing from one dwelling to the other - from twilight to unclouded day." -L.M. Montgomery
An eternity of unclouded days to you, Grandma dear.
Obituary
Ann Heaps Dalebout passed through the veil Aug. 28, 2010 in Joseph, UT, from complications of dementia.
She was born April 16, 1935 in Escalante, UT to W. Lester and Tyresha Ann Leola Woolsey Heaps. She had three sisters and five brothers, one of whom she never met in this life.
Ann married Pieter C. Dalebout July 15, 1955. The marriage was solemnized in the Manti LDS temple, Oct. 24, 1957. He preceded her in death Sept. 3, 1998.
Ann and Pete were happiest when they were with their family. Their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren brought them the most joy.
Ann actively served in many callings in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She also enjoyed meeting with the ladies in the Daughters of Utah Pioneers where she was a member for many years. Gardening and sewing were among other activities she loved.
Ann is survived by her children, Jerry, Deborah, Jill, James and Kenneth; 24 grandchildren and 13 great-grandchildren.
As she passed through the veil she was happily greeted by her husband and grandsons.
... excerpt from my journal written Sept. 3rd, 2010 ...
... My dad called me early on Saturday (August 28th) morning to tell me Grandma passed away. On Wednesday (Sept. 1st) my sister Rachael and three of her kids (Jarom, Jackson, Jordyn) came to my house. ...
When we were eating lunch a news reporter knocked on my door. He told me that my neighbors were in bad accident. The Dad, 11 year-old girl and 4 year-old girl passed away and the mom was in critical condition in the Provo hospital (UVRMC) and the 6 year-old girl and 1 year-old girl were in Primary Children’s in SLC. I told the news reporter that they were such a nice family. I hardly saw the dad and the mom only spoke Spanish but the 11 year-old girl would talk to me and loved to talk about how cute my boys are. Once when I talked to the dad, he told me to send my boys over to his house because he had too many girls and needed a boy. ...
[Thursday (Sept. 2)] I took my boys with Rachael down to Richfield where I had the great honor of helping dress my grandmother. . ... When I first entered the room it was hard. It looked so much like my grandma (because it was) but so much not like her at the same time. Yet the longer I was in the room the more comfortable I became ... Aunt Jill curled the hair which helped immensely and Rachael the lipstick and I the mascara. ... [The funeral worker] worked his magic with some kind of power, like blush, all over her face, which made her “come alive” if one will. Brent came down to help lift Grandma into the casket .... We were given a few minutes alone and I cried for the first time for Grandma’s death.
Big Rock Candy Mountain
On Friday morning (Sept. 3) My dad's family, my sister's family and my family all went to Big Rock Candy Mountain, which is only 30 minutes away from where we were staying in Richfield, UT.
I remember my grandma taking me there when I was a little girl. When I went with her she told me that when she was a little girl the whole mountain was covered with candy, but so many people have visited there since then and taken candy so that the candy is hard to find now. I remember my uncle Ken was there and he said he wanted to see how fast he could run up the mountain and so he ran up ahead of us. I remember having no problem walking up the mountain but I needed my dad to carry me down because that was too scary.
This time I told my nephews, brothers, and sons the same thing my grandma told me. We waited in the parking lot with my dad while my sister Rachael and step-mom Susan went to go "find the stairs and pathway up the mountain." My little brother, Jeremy, kept saying that he saw the stairs when we were parking and he knew where they were. I had to tell him that the stairs were magical and they could change when they wanted to. (Hopefully this was convincing.)
Davey loved finding the candy, but not as much as his cousin Jordyn, she stocked her pockets, hands and mouth with the candy! When we were coming back down there was one place that was steep and so I used my dad to help me get down again. Growing up is so funny, so much can change and some things never can.
I am so glad I could take my little boy here to pass on the legacy, and hope my grandma was glad we did it too, because it is a wonderful memory I have with her.
Jacob, Jared, Jeremy, Davey, George, Jordyn, Me, Gordon, Jackson, Jarom
Showing off the spoilsBike? Davey Bike?
After the viewing on Friday night, we went out to eat and get dessert for a birthday celebration for Davey and me. (our birthdays are Sept. 15 and 5th, respectively) I got some fabulously stylish new church clothes. Then during dessert our waiter wheeled out a new Radio Flyer trike! Davey saw it and knew exactly what it was. He kept saying "Bike?" over and over, then I told him it was his bike and he kept saying "Davey Bike?" He was so excited!
Trying out his "bike hat"
Riding the tricycle for the first time
The Service
Joseph came down to Richfield later that night. The next morning (Saturday Sept. 4th) there was a special family viewing, then a graveside service at the Manti cemetery. Everything was beautiful and the words spoken were beautiful as well.
My grandma's kids: Jill, James, Ken, Dad (Jerry) and Deborah
Kissing Cousins: Davey and Jordyn
1 comment:
Good summary of the week. Glad we could spend time with all of you even though it was bittersweet. I hope Davey is still loving his bike!
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