On Monday we knew we did not want to show up at any more family gatherings without negative test results in hand, so we tried to get our whole family tested up in Salt Lake before Grandma Miner’s funeral. It took longer than expected so we missed the funeral, but we did find out that everyone in our family is all negative.
Then we drove home for a quick lunch before Abe, Lydia, Ammon, and Clarissa went to the burial in Manti. Mary was still not feeling her best and did not want to spend four hours in the car, so she opted to stay home. While we were home I researched our upcoming fall break trip and Mary, as she always does, quietly entertained herself with coloring, piano practice, and playing with Ammon’s toys. On occasion she would come to the couch and cuddle with me. We also chatted with my mom, and I think both my mom and Mary liked having some more personal time chatting with each other without the distraction of other kids around.
Meanwhile in Manti the Miners had the most beautiful, perfect day for a funeral and burial. It is amazing to think everyone there was a product of Doris and all the good she did. Abe said it was a beautiful dedication.
After the funeral the Miners opened up their historic Manti home for people to explore, and the kids fed the horses in their yard. They fed them apples from an apple tree that Ammon wanted to climb, but Abe, perhaps recalling Ammon’s last attempt at tree climbing (which ended in an ER visit), wisely restrained him.
When the kids came home everyone ate dinner and played outside until bedtime.