Uncle Weldon’s Funeral

My mother’s brother, Weldon passed away on July 26. He had been suffering from COPD and cancer, which had metastasized to his bones. His funeral was held on August 3, 2012 in Duchesne, Utah and he was buried in Tabiona, Utah by my grandma and grandpa.

There were also tables with pictures and mementos people could look at before the viewing.

My uncle had a sheep and potato farm

He was also an artist in his younger years

Just as at my grandmother’s funeral, we were able to see and meet many family members we have not had much contact with over the years. The funeral was pretty routine and standard, at least until the second speaker got up. He was pretty much all over the place, and he spent most of his time speaking about himself and his medical experiences. At one point he couldn’t even remember Weldon’s name. However, his talk kept us laughing the entire time, which is what Weldon would want.

Following the funeral, we made the about 30 minute drive to the Tabiona Cemetery. My mom spent the drive reminiscing about her childhood in Utahn (the area between Duchesne and Tabiona) and pointing out where her family and friends had lived. About halfway there, we realized that we had completely lost sight of all the cars in front of us. Apparently my mom was spending more time sightseeing than driving. We were able to make it to the cemetery in plenty of time for the grave dedication, especially considering that we were holding up the rest of the family through the sightseeing.

Here are the pictures from the cemetery:

Weldon's widow, Judy

Weldon's kids, wife, and other family members

I thought the boot was a nice touch

Mike (a cousin), with Weldon's kids, Lorena, Leonard, and Leslie

Weldons's children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren

 

Somehow we spent too much time chatting and were the last to leave the cemetery.  But fortunately there were still funeral potatoes left at the church; however, I did control myself to only two helpings. I was so proud of myself. I think Kevin disowned me. 

On our way home, Kevin snapped this picture of a “cabin” in Hanna. I guess it is his dream home or something. I honestly don’t remember why he took a picture of it.