

This past Thursday, we attended the funeral of my grandpa's wife--Dovetta Mortensen Bowler. It's kind of a long story, but she is my great aunt, turned second grandma. After my grandma passed away over seven years ago, my grandpa married (follow this closely) my grandma's brother's wife. So after my grandma passed away and Dovetta's husband passed away, my grandpa and Dovetta were married. So she was my mom's aunt, turned step-mom. We joke about it--I send his Christmas card to Grandpa Bowler and Aunt Dovetta--my girls call her Aunt Dovetta, etc. Anyway--she passed away last Saturday night and her funeral was Thursday. She was 87 years old and was such a great person. I am always touched at funerals when I hear about the lives people live. Dovetta wore herself out in service all her life.
I also had the chance to be a pall bearer at her funeral. Last week as they were making plans for her funeral, my mom texted me and asked if I would be a pall bearer. I texted back, "I don't think you meant to send this to me." Thinking that maybe she meant to ask Brian or something. She called and said that she did indeed meant to ask me. I guess it's kind of a new thing to have women as some of the pall bearers--my dad said he has seen it at a couple of funerals recently. I told them I think they were saying that to make me feel better, but it was something my grandpa wanted and my cousin Emali and one of Dovetta's granddaugthers was going to be one, too, so I consented. It actually was kind of neat to honor her in that way. The funeral was very nice. Eliza and Ellie came with Brian and I. Libby wanted to, but she had something at school that she had been looking forward to for over a month. I told her I think Aunt Dovetta wouldn't mind, so she felt better about missing. Eliza and Ellie were nervous about going in the Relief Society room where the viewing was--they just looked from very far away and then sat down, which is totally understandable. Ellie had several questions like why her hands were a certain way--they were just together, holding a lace handkerchief. At the luncheon, she asked, "Why did you put Dovetta in that car (hearst)?" It was pretty funny. After we picked Libby up and were on our way somewhere, Libby asked, "Whose funeral is going to be next?" I laughed and told her that it's not something we try to speculate. She said, "Maybe Grandpa Bert because he's the oldest?" It's cute how their minds work.
A few t memories I have that I wanted to record include:
--Aunt Dovetta always had put together outfits. She always had earrings, shoes and a purse to go with her outfit and sometimes other jewelry.
--She--along with my grandpa--would send us grandkids and their great grandkids a birthday card. This year she gave Eliza a necklace in her birthday card. So that is a super special necklace for Eliza now. After Dovetta passed away, Eliza has worn that necklace several times, including to the funeral.
--She was a great cook! She would always bring the yummiest things to our family dinners. She was famous at our dinners for her broccoli salad, sweet pecans and heavenly layered dessert. We also joked about her chocolate pudding. One time we asked her something--it might have been how she made that layered dessert and she said it had chocolate "pooding" in it. So now pudding at our house is called "pooding."
--She was the mom to seven boys.
--She loved to laugh.
We will miss her!

Aunt Dovetta with Ruby.