Ryan's Grandma Maggie Haslam died last week at the age of 94. We are grateful that she went peacefully and we know that she was ready to be reunited with her husband and two of her daughters who had gone before her.
I don't have a lot of memories of Grandma Haslam but there is one that stands out:
The first time I met Ryan's grandparents was when we were at BYU and drove down to St George for a weekend. On Sunday Grandma made a lasagna for dinner. It was in one of those kind of cardboard pans and when she pulled it out of the oven it collapsed and splattered onto the floor. She didn't know what to do but we all told her to just scoop it back in and we'd still eat it. (Grandma had a reputation for keeping her kitchen very clean, and literally had a floor you could eat off of.)
Well, we ate and later that day went for a drive around Cedar City. On the drive Grandma just started laughing hysterically (which was pretty uncharacteristic of her) and finally blurted out, "I can't believe I dropped the lasagna on the floor!" Then she turned around and pointed to all of us in the back (Ryan, Dave, Rebecca, and I), and said, "and YOU ate it!"