Charlotte True Grundy

Charlotte True Grundy, our beloved “Granny”, returned to our loving Heavenly Father August 12, 2022. Charlotte was born August 30, 1938, to Max and True Hone and has three siblings, Terry “Ter-bear” (Jensen), Leslie “Les” (Robison) and Jessie Max “Jess” Hone. ”Char” was preceded in death by her husband Reed P. Grundy, (her eternal and lifetime companion of 59 years), her parents and her beautiful great granddaughter Oakley.

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When Reed and Char were first married, she didn’t know what religion Reed was, and on one Sunday, shortly after their marriage, while getting her best dress on, dad asked “Where are you going?” mom responded, “Well, we’re going to church.” And so, it went through their lives of raising four kids, Carlyle, Casey, Alison and Max, we went to Church. They went on to have lots of beautiful Grandkids (13) and great grandkids (9) that they love dearly.

A lifetime member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, mom had faith in everything. She just believed absolutely. Days before she passed while sipping on a Coke Slurpy, mom said “I’ve done everything my Heavenly Father has asked me to do.” And she did. Never tasting alcohol, or tobacco, and serving others to the point of exhaustion, often anonymously. She had faith “Oh how she had faith” to quote her lifelong friend Karen Garr, “If she lost something, she would pray for it” and absolutely believed that God would make it known to her. She loved her Savior Jesus Christ.

Charlotte grew up with a great outdoorsman dad. She loved the things he loved, the great outdoors and horses. She could ride a running horse standing bareback with bare feet. Her favorite was the wild mustang “SMOKIE”. She loved going with her dad on horseback into the Uintah’s and “roughing it” sleeping under the stars and eating what little they carried and the fish they caught. Newly married and tent camping in Yellowstone, mom chased off a bear with a broom that was getting into the cooler, yelling, “YOU CAN’T HAVE OUR FOOD!!” with dad peering out the tent door, wondering what kind of woman he had married.

We will miss you, Mom! We will miss the perfect Christmas’s, the smell of your cooking that fills the house, the dry turkey and that wonderful Christmas pudding. Thank you for everything, Good Job!

After a lifetime of health challenges, crippling rheumatoid arthritis, since her 40’s, diabetes, and losing her eyesight to macular degeneration, she never broke faith. We know that our Savior is welcoming her home, His good and faithful servant. We are glad that your hands don’t hurt, and you can dance again without those crippled feet. Tell dad we love him and that we miss his breakfasts and serenades.