Trevor's maternal grandmother, Helen Anderson, passed away in November. We were not close to her and she has been estranged from the family for decades. She's lived a very hard life, making choices that brought upon tough consequences. Trevor's mom was the oldest of 4 children, and Helen left the family when she was a young girl and didn't have much contact at all with her until after high school. And even throughout her adult years, contact was difficult and draining. But she came around at the end of her life. She was reactivated into the gospel and attended the temple regularly. Trevor's mom was her only child that maintained a relationship with her, so she was a saint in taking care of her those last few months.
I only saw her 3 times and she was kind and graceful and beautiful. I wish we could have known her better. She always made a point to call when I sent valentines, birthday cards, or Christmas cards. I don't think she received much of anything from her grand children. Trevor also tried to talk to her 2-3 times a year for which she was very grateful.
Trevor was able, thankfully, to rearrange some things at work to drive down to the funeral in Salt Lake City. I was glad he could be there for his mom and be able to go through some of his Grandmother's keepsakes. Trevor's two sisters attended, as well as one other cousin, Shane. The ward did a wonderful job with the service. Trevor ended up offering the family prayer as the other family member wasn't able to come. He also spoke and sang in the musical number with his mom and sisters.
The sweetest thing I will remember about her is these letters that she sent Carson with a short note and a $5 dollar bill to contribute towards his mission. It was money she didn't have to send, but did so anyway. In the year before she died, she sent a letter each month. It was a tender and sweet gesture. I have them all tied up in Carson's memory box. I don't have the heart to deposit that money. I've just left it in the envelopes for now.