I think I posted a few of these before or at least I did on my OTHER blog. But here are some photos from my grandfathers graveside service. I didn't take as many as I would like because my sweet baby was not a happy camper. But here is what I came up with!
This one is probably my favorite of the day. This was the spray that my mom and her sisters and my Grandma Carol had for him. My favorite is the Pine. The pine was perfect for my grandpa.
This is my Grandpa's "older" brother. He has buried his 2 babies brothers pretty close together. He is strong and going and one of my most favorite people. He is one of the constants whenever we go home to visit.
This is the Sheriff Lamar Guymon. He worked with my grandpa for a long time in many different capacities. He was a speaker at the funeral. He is also a very close family friend. While I was trying to get some decent photos he was hoovering over with his umbrella trying to keep me from getting wet. I have a deep respect for this man. And with Cell number in hand he sent me on my way telling me to call when I got stuck in the canyon and he would come rescue me... AGAIN!
The man on the right is my Uncle Royce and his wife. Again some constants in my life. Uncle Royce is my grandmothers brother. The little town we lived in is CRAWLING with all of my family. You can't even go to the post office without running into some sweet old person from my childhood is more than happy to give you a hug! These people have changed and shaped my life.
This is the wreath that my Cousin Kristi put together. It has my cousins names on the Christmas balls that will be put up by my grandparents grave side each year.
The gun salute was pretty amazing in the quiet of the cemetery. What a great experience to see these men do something so honorary for my grandfather was breathe taking.
Ok a few More will be coming.
2 comments:
Very nice pictures. I am sure Kristi will want you to know she didn't put the wreath together, but she did help "design" it. She had some wonderful suggestions. Even though it was snowing really hard, I thought it was a quiet, peaceful time. I kind of felt like all those pictures of the Martin-Willie handcart pioneers as we struggled to walk in the snow. The few of us there all together but alone for a common purpose. I wonder what it looked like from Heaven.
the pictures are great..
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