My Great-Granny Alta passed away recently. She was 98. Except for a period of about a month last summer, she has been in great health and has lived by herself for as long as I can remember. Whenever we would come to visit, she would constantly be getting us a snack or telling us about this or that. It was always fun to visit Granny Alta.
She was a very vibrant and spunky lady. She was quite independent, and didn't hesitate to tell anyone what she thought. For example, the bishop asked her to give a talk in church and she said that she didn't talk in church. The bishop asked again, and she said, "Bishop, when you play the organ in church, I will give a talk." Ha! I love that story. (She played the organ in church for 75 years!) A few years ago, she was the Grand Marshall in the 4th of July parade!
The last time we went to visit Granny Alta was in August. She was sitting out on her porch as usual watching "the outfits" head up the mountain. Emmy loved to go see the sheep "hiding in the barn" and get cookies from Granny. Whenever we ran into random people from Fairview, they all knew Granny and had something amazing to say about her.
Even though she was 98, when I heard the news that she had passed away, I was shocked! The day before she died, she had gone to lunch with some family members and seemed to be doing just fine. We really thought she'd live to be 100. Even though I will miss visiting her and learning from her, I am happy for her. 98 years is a long time. Especially since the last 26 years have been spent alone--without my great-grandpa. However, I will always admire her for living a full life, right up to the very last day.
She loved music, and her funeral was basically a musical tribute of all her favorite songs.