Saying Goodbye

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, and the air was clear when the family of Betty Jean Grass Savage held her memorial service. Lovely things were said that rang true. She was unassuming and kind, truthful to a fault, and devoted to her family. Absolutey devoted. There was a gathering for a family prayer before the casket was closed just prior to the service. That was the most memorable, tender, spiritual part. Kevin, her oldest son, offered a beautiful prayer in behalf of the family while holding the microphone that connected to her 97 year old mother's hearing device. Then one by one, with profound reverence, her children with their spouses and children, came up in family groups to wish their mother, grandmother, and yes, loving mother-in-law, a last goodbye. Finally it was Dad's turn. He didn't say anything we could hear, but gently touched her, probably smoothing her white hair, which had grown back, one last time. Then the casket was closed.

As Blaine said, she would have been suprised at how many had come to the memorial to honor her, as she never sought her own glory, and never expected any. It was wonderful to see all of the family and friends. Truly. The following day, many of us, including all of her children, drove to Bicknell, Wayne County, Utah, a three hours drive, where she was interred. The wind was gusting something fierce. It truly was a Wayne County day. Ron, her youngest son, offered a beautiful dedication for her grave, with lots of words of love for both her and his Dad.

We move forward now, and wrap our collective arms around her husband (Dad/Granpa) who misses her fiercely. They have been an example of pure love that will not soon be forgotten.

Marleigh