beautiful February 21, 2007
My grandfather’s funeral was beautiful. The pastor did a wonderful job…I really enjoyed what he had to say. And my grandfather was a WWII veteran, so there was a color guard and a bugler there. His casket was covered with a huge American flag, which was presented to my family as part of the ceremony. I don’t think there was a single dry eye there when taps was played. It’s so cool that even so many decades after his military service has ended, everything he did is still appreciated.
Perhaps the best party of the whole day…and it really was a surprisingly good day…was seeing my dad and his four brothers sit around and reminisce. It’s so rare that they are all in the same place. In fact, I can’t remember the last time it happened. They were telling all these stories from when they were growing up that I had never heard before. So great.
I’m still going to miss my paw paw, of course, but there is so much comfort in knowing that he was a believer and that I will see him again someday.