Grandma Evans

October 10, 1940 - May 10, 2013

I've been waiting on more pictures before I posted about Rob's mom's passing, but I'll just add them later. 

Viewing
MK's wearing one of Grandma's shirts that she altered.


My little sis with her Avery and Bentley

Rawlin's sisters, Aunt Julene and Aunt JoNell

M&M switching faces

Funeral Service
[excerpts taken from AnnMarie's eulogy of her mom] "Born in Northern Ireland and raised in England during World War II, Marie spent time underground in bomb shelters with gas masks. Once, she and her family emerged from the shelter to find their home had been bombed and destroyed.

[Pic: Cousins' corner.] "Marie spent countless hours taking grandchildren places, going to games, taking them shopping for things their mom and dad wouldn't buy them, doing puzzles, going toilet-papering, reading books, playing puppets, having paintball wars, and simply talking to them.



[Above, Cousin Sarah looking fab in Marie's hat.] "Marie was a shopper. Five weeks before she passed away she spent hours looking online for a new rug for her front room.

"Marie would often shop with AnnMarie, but once it hit dinner time, Marie would say, 'I have to leave to get home to make your dad dinner.' Ann would try to convince her he was a big boy and could make something on his own, but Marie always insisted.

[The powder blue mortuary limo]

Interment
"Some days Marie would spend so many hours working in her 'English garden,' Rawlin would ask if he needed to put up a flood light so she could work through the night.
[Love the bagpipes!]

"Marie served as a missionary to the Alaska/Canadian mission, which is where she first met her future husband, Rawlin. Rawlin is an amazing pianist and a very easy-going, mild-mannered person, but sometimes he uses the piano to relieve stress. The first time Rawlin and Marie met, Elder Evans was in the chapel before a missionary meeting playing the piano and relieving some frustration. Marie heard the piano and followed the sound to him. He stopped playing to see what she wanted. In her beautiful English accent and with her fiery red hair she said, 'You know, this is a beautiful piece of music you are playing, but you are ruining it by the way you are pounding on the piano.'"

Marie requested that Rawlin play their song, "Ebb Tide," on the piano at her funeral service, which he did beautifully.
[daughter AnnMarie, Rawlin, and granddaughter Ashley]

The girls all wore Marie's British hats in her honor

Bella and Sophie with M&M

John and Catia

The boys place their boutonniere's on the casket

The men wore green ties in honor of Marie's Irish heritage

Mark and Cindy, Ni, Abby, and Soda

The week before her death when Marie was a little out of it, she picked out one of her sophisticated black dresses for Ann to wear at her funeral and then told Ann and Mark, "And I have a black mini skirt for Mark to wear."

Ann offered to pay Mark $100 to wear it. Ashley offered to pay him $100 not to wear it.

On the long drive from the burial place back to the funeral luncheon, the boys drove in the limo, while Rob and I and the girls drove together and listened to music on Mia's iPod.

Rob: "Oh! This is my favorite of the Bare Naked Ladies."
Me: "I thought I was your favorite bare naked lady."
He agreed, and M&M giggled in the backseat.

Luncheon

Getty's suspicious of me...

It was a beautiful day and a beautiful tribute to our amazing Marie.