Home from the Funeral...I spent Tues-Thurs in Arkansas celebrating my Grandpa's life. The viewing Tuesday night and the funeral Wednesday morning were a real tribute to his life. He would have been happy. At the viewing, Grandpa was all gussied up in his best suit with his best cowboy hat over his hands and the American flag draped over his casket. His last fire helmet standing at the ready at the end of his casket. The slide show of over 150 pictures showed a snapshot of his life that was wonderful and accompanied by some of his favorite songs. The funeral Wednesday morning turned out to be a cold, sunny, bluebird day. It was a beautiful day to say our final goodbyes. Clancy spoke so eloquently about a man who became his dad. I was so proud of him. I don't know how he was able to get through it. Quite possibly he drew on some of the strength he learned from that same man. Trout Fishing in America (one of our favorite folk/bluegrass bands) sang I'll Fly Away and In the Garden. Ezra had lived down the road and it was wonderful that they could be there to join in. The processional to the cemetary was led by a local fire truck and as he was lowered into the earth, a frisky, beautiful white and gray horse ran up and down the fence line saying hello. How fitting for a man who spent his life around horses. We spent these days crying, laughing, and telling many stories of our life with my Grandpa. We celebrate his life and all he gave to us! Rest in peace my sweet, blue eyed Grandpa.