The night we got word, Matt said, "I don't know why I'm crying." I told him, "Because you are thinking about all of your memories." And through his tears he shook his head and said, "Yep."
I prayed that night, July 15, that the day of the funeral would be a gorgeous day.
The six grandsons, two by marriage.
Grandpa was a veteran of WWII.
I edited some of the pictures. In my mind, photos should tell a story.
I thought the bugle laying there was very telling.
Folding the flag.
Then they handed it off to Grandma.
This is the Mennonite Cemetary in Medford. Grandma & Grandpa's family is buried here. Such a neat place, has a lot of history.
The day was filled with many tears, but joy in knowing as followers and believers in Christ, we will see him soon.
Then you look at Chloe... and you smile again.
Especially when she hops in the driver seat of the car with Grandma in the back.