A Sad and a Happy Time
On Saturday, the 12th, I got a call from my mom that my dad was in the hospital with pneumonia. I was concerned, but not overly so, because dad had pneumonia several times in the past. On Sunday he was doing worse so when the family left for church I left for the hospital to visit with my mom and provide some moral support.
When I arrived at the hospital a little after lunch time, my mom and sister, Donna, had just gotten the news from the doctor that my dad was dieing. The doctor said he would only live a few days to two weeks. I was not expecting this news and it was a shock. A couple hours later a social worker came in. She was so kind and said all the right things. After watching my dad, gasping and struggling for breath, and then not breathing for a few seconds, and then repeating the process, over and over, she told us that she disagreed with the doctor, my dad didn't have days, he had hours. She told us to call and invite anyone in the family that needed to come. We immediately got on the phone with my brother and sister and other family members.
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| My siblings and my mom at the viewing. |
Within a few hours most of my Utah family was there. We sat around my dad's bed (we filled to overflowing the little hospital room) and laughed and cried and kept vigil. It was both spiritual and surreal. As the night grew late, my sister, Kathleen, was asked to give a prayer, and then my brother David gave my dad a blessing. His words were beautiful and there was a wonderful spirit of peace in the room. Afterwards my mom told us that we should all go home, and that she herself was going home to bed. I kissed my dad, told him that I loved him and left. I knew in my heart that it would be the last time I would see him alive.
At 6am the next morning phone rang and woke me. Chuck answered, but I already knew, my dad had died. My sister and brother were both with my mom, and there was nothing for me to do so I was to sit tight and wait.
At 11am David called me and told me that mom wanted me to write dad's obituary, and that it had to be turned in to the newspaper by 1pm that very day. The local paper only printed once a week and mom wanted to obituary to be in the paper so people would know in time to attend the funeral. I told them I would do it, and I was emailed an info sheet about my dad's life that my mom had filled out that morning. I called Chuck and he agreed to be by his computer in one hour to proof read the obituary. I hung up the phone and stared at the blank document screen. I started typing "Wilford Woodruff Snow, our beloved Husband, Father, Grandfather, Great-Grandfather and friend was taken back to the arms of his Father in Heaven on Monday..." and then I started to sob. My dad just died hours before, how could I ever write his obituary in an hour? If ever I needed God's help it was then, so I knelt down and prayed for His strength. Then I returned to the computer and started again. An hour later I sent it to Chuck and fifteen minutes after that I forwarded it to my brother, who then read it to my mother for her approval.

Wilford Woodruff Snow, 83, our beloved Husband, Father,
Grandfather, Great-Grandfather and friend was taken back to the arms of his
Father in Heaven on Monday, October 14th 2013. He was born to Orion and Lettie
Snow on September 13, 1930 in a little farm house in Deweyville, Utah.
He attended Bear River High School , class of ‘49, where he
played sports and was class president. He then went to Utah State where he studied
Engineering. It was there that he met
his sweetheart, and eternal companion, Elizabeth Fletcher; he was the president
of the LDS Institute fraternity, and she was a new freshman just signing up for
classes. They were soon married in the
Logan Temple, a romance that lasted nearly sixty years and produced eight
children.
He worked as a Mechanical Engineer, first for Boeing, and
spent the bulk of his career with Unisys Corporation where he went on to earn
his Masters Degree in Business. When he
retired he and his wife moved back to his family property in Deweyville, Utah.
A member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints,
Woody served in many callings in the church, including serving as a temple
worker for many years and also serving a mission with his wife to Nauvoo,
Illinois during the time that the Nauvoo temple was being rebuilt.
Woody was first and foremost a family man. His family will remember him as a hard
working and devoted husband and father, who was gentle and kind. He spent
countless hours serving others and had a good sense of humor that made others
smile. He loved belt buckles, rice crispy bars and caramel corn.
Woody is survived by his wife, Elizabeth; six children,
Kelly (Patricia), Kathleen (Mark), Richard (Lorinda), Donna
(David), David (Shauni), and Rebecca (Charles); 24 grand
children; and 5 great-grand children. He
is preceded in death by two of his sons, Wilford Woodruff Jr, and Richard
Donald; his parents; and 3 siblings, Dewey, Donald and Ruth.
Funeral Services will be held on Friday, October 18th
at 11:00 a.m. at the Deweyville LDS Church Building. A viewing will be held on
Thursday, October 17th from 6:30 – 8:00 p.m. at Rodgers & Taylor
Funeral Home, 111 North 100 East, Tremonton; and October 18th from
9:30 – 10:30 a.m. preceding the funeral.
Interment will be at the Deweyville City Cemetery.
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| At grandma's after the funeral. |
On Thursday we drove up to spend the day with my family. All my siblings were there and we had good time visiting as we got things ready for the funeral. I arrived early to the viewing to help set up and had a little time alone with my dad's body. I looked at him and recognized the reality that bodies are just vessels, and that the human spirit and soul is what truly makes us what we are. That may have been my dad's body but that was not my dad. I know that the spirit lives on, in a happier state.
After the viewing that night we went back to the hotel and we swam in the pool and ate snacks and blew off steam. The next morning the church was full of local friends and family. I was able to stand next to the coffin during the morning viewing and got to hear many compliments and stories about my dad.
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| Pics my niece took on our walk |
The funeral was very nice. Kaitlin conducted the music, and all the kids sang in a musical number. My siblings spoke and my nieces played instruments and it was really was as excellent as a funeral can be. My dad was laid to rest next to his two sons that had died as infants, in a nice spot in the small town cemetery with a view of the valley.
The ladies from my dad's church put on a very nice lunch for us, and there was lots of delicious food. It was strange to be at an event like that and not have to set up, or cook or clean or be in charge of something, but just enjoy. We went back to mom's house and visited some more. All the six siblings hadn't been together for several years so it was nice to catch up with everyone. A few of us went on a long walk on the property; 500 acres and it's all my mom's now.
I am not sure how it will be now, that my dad has passed. I am sad for my mom, and all the rest of us who will not be able to see my dad anymore in this life, but I am happy for him. I am happy that it was quick; I am happy that he does not have the problems of body and mind that he had for so many years. He would have hatted being a burden on my mother, and he hated that he couldn't remember things like he used to. He was a good man, and lived his life well. I happy for my dad, I am sad for us.
Fall Concert
One thing that is always true is that life marches on. Kaitlin had her big fall choir concert on Tuesday. We had some drama about the choir dresses and Kaitlin being told she couldn't wear an undershirt beneath them to make it more modest and comfortable for her. After some battling, we found a skin colored t-shirt and cut it to fit perfectly under her dress, which solved the problem to everyone's satisfaction. Her choirs were so good. I'm excited to watch them improve over the course of the year.
Pinewood Derby
Wednesday was the cub scout pinewood derby. We worked hard on Jared's car and he ended up making it to the final heat of six cars, which he lost. So he got 6th place, which I don't think it too bad out of 18 scouts. He didn't care much, and just had fun doing the race. I was glad to think that this would be our last ever pinewood derby.