as soon as word spread, several family members worked tirelessly to gather photos of my grandpa throughout his life. i loved looking at these, and hearing all the crazy stories.
my absolute favorite photo of my grandpa is shown on the very bottom left of this display.
i remember my grandma who was so strong. i mean, she has to one tough woman to raise 13 kids in some really tough days. (and just so you know that's my grandma, and beautiful older sister, christa)
i remember the music sang, the words spoken, and the stories retold.
i remember the long, long, long line of cars in the procession that made a loop around our town square before heading to the cemetery.
i remember the folding and presenting of the flag to my grandma and then the playing of the Taps.
i remember grandma telling all the grandchildren to grab a flower from the arrangement to keep.
i remember the luncheon so many friends put together for our very large family to enjoy after a busy couple of days. and getting this sweet picture of farm boy, grandma, and myself. i love this picture so so much, because farm boy is just lit up with happiness. farm boy has taken to my grandma quite well in the past couple of years. he loves her like his own, and looks out for her in any way possible. even more though, grandma loves him back just as much. they have a sweet little relationship between the two, and i am so grateful for them both.
grandpa and grandma on their wedding day. they haven't changed a bit since august 7th, 1952.