this is a couple of months old and I had never finished the post...better late than never, I guess.
So, back to grandpa's funeral. I have a few pics and thoughts to add.
When I first heard that grandpa had passed away it was in the middle of a work/operating day for dave. I thought it would be best to wait 'til he was out of the OR to tell him the news so I started making some plans and checking into flights to send him up to Reno for the funeral. When he got home from work and we were able to talk a bit he said that he wanted to drive up (to save $) and since he was driving I could tag along too! I hadn't even considered going w/ him as it is such a pain to pawn off the kids and not an option to bring them. However, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to spend a few days w/ dave alone and I really wanted to go to the funeral so I made the arrangements to leave. Bless my friends hearts, it was really easy to find rides for the kids and places for them to go. The only part of the babysitting I had to pay for was having someone come over each day from 6-9am to hang out with my Calvin and get everyone dressed and ready to go.
one of the difficulties in making these plans was the fact that my backpacking trip was Fri Sat and the funeral trip was Sun Mon Tues. Meaning all of my plans had to be made super fast and that I'd be gone from home for so many days in a row. But, it all worked out.
Trip Summary:
Sunday - Dave and I drove to Reno - 9 hours. We arrived in time for a family dinner w/ all of the Gonda relatives at Uncle Mark's house! Dave hung out w/ family all evening and I went to choir practice. We sang the most beautiful arrangement of "Oh, My Father" I have ever heard. It is called "My Father." The Stake choir had sung it a month or so earlier for Stake conference and offered to sing it at the funeral. They invited any family that wished to join in to come and sing with them. I cried buckets. however, the advantage of singing in the choir is knowing that the crying is done ahead of time instead of during the song at the funeral.
We stayed at Grandmas house with a few other people. We were given the bathroom time of 6-7am since we are the early risers in the family!
Monday - 9am we went to church and hung out, set up chairs, etc. while we waitied for everything to get underway. 10am open casket time.
Monday late afternoon we went back to the cemetery to see the grave site. Reno is such a pretty place w/ mountains all around.

Monday evening we had a FHE with daves entire family, first meeting in the hotel to talk a bit and then going out to marie Calendars for pie.
Tues we got up early to drive home. We stopped at Great Harvest bread to buy some whole wheat bread. We don't have any bakery's in town that make great home made bread (at least a wheat variety) so that was a special treat.
This is a picture from a distance looking at Lake Mono. It was beautiful.
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We stopped at the visitors center to learn about the late and get closer to the lake. This lake is super alkaline, with a salinity 2x the ocean. There are no fish that are able to live in the lake but lots of birds nest there and there are a lot of brine shrimp in the water. It was an interesting place to learn about.
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these are tufas, formed by the freshwater springs under the lake interacting w/ the water, are made of calcium carbonate.
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here is a picture I stole of the Internet of the same lake w/ better pics of the tufas.

We arrived home around 5-6 on Tues. on the drive home we listened to "silence of the lambs." I never finished the audio book b/c it was too creepy to listen to at home or in my neighborhood as I walk, but it was entertaining for a long and boring drive!
Overall it was a great 3 day get-away for Dave and I. We had a lot of time to talk and a lot of time to be together uninterruped by the sweet children who are usually occupying 100% of our attention. A perfect weekend trip.Funerals are a bittersweet event. The loss of a loved one is always difficult and often comes when we are not ready. Because really, when are you ever ready to say goodbye to someone special. I feel a pit in my stomach when I think about the what if...'s in my life. The sweet part of the funerals is realizing what is important in life. All of the day to day activites which allow us to live and survive in this busy world are put on hold when we attend a funeral and we can ponder on who we really are. It is a cherished experience to have these times (which can come at other places than a funeral) when we truely feel and know that we have a Heavenly Father and that our happiness isn't about how clean our house was today or dance class or soccer games, but about who we are in relation to Him. What matters most is how we treat our family and friends and how we are making ourselves better. I always leave a funeral ready to forget the small stuff and focus on being ready to meet God when it is my time. Of course, it is easy to forget this once I reach home to the hussle and bussle of life but those feelings stay with me none-the-less.