Sunday was eleven years since Robert's mother died. Coincidently, March 14, 1999 was a Sunday, too. We decided to have a Sunday dinner that we would have had at Grandma's - minus a few of the very special things that she had the energy to make and we didn't. We had pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, and asparagus. We were going to have frog eye salad but settled for orange jello with mandarin oranges in it. We were also going to have her special glazed carrots but time ran out. And you know, now that I think of it, we should have had Rhodes rolls and we could have been sitting at Grandma's. We already sit at her table and use her dishes.
After dinner everyone piled in the van and went up to the cemetery to leave shamrocks and other spring flowers at her grave.
Rob always had a special relationship with his grandma.
Grandma would have absolutely loved her great-grandchildren.
There are several generations of Wells buried in the Salt Lake Cemetery and the kids were anxious to know who all these Wells stones belonged to. Robert's great-grandfather, Daniel H Wells, set aside the land to be the cemetery back in the olden days and reserved a premier spot for himself - right as you enter from Fourth and N Street. But his wives are buried all over the cemetery and Robert's great-grandmother is up with his parents and grandparents in a beautiful old section on a hill.
It was a beautiful day from this beautiful spot.
I talked to Allison later that night and she had prepared the same menu for dinner because of Grandma. She always remembers the day because she was there with Robert and I when Wilma died. Rob was still three weeks from finishing his mission and Dan was at the Y.
All three kids agree, however, that if Grandma were to pick a place for a special dinner, it would be Sizzler - she and Grandpa loved going there.
Erin and Grandma would have gotten along great, Robert and I agree. They both have the same down to earth, cope-with-anything attitude.
