Just this year I taught Grandpa how to take Selfies.
A few months back he went to the hospital, and lost 1/2 his blood. Even the doctors were surprised he made it through that.
This time he fell really bad. He was all bruised up, but didn't break anything. They did find a tear in his vertebrae by his neck, that was from an old fall. He was doing well, sitting up, and eating, had a massive seizure, and that was it. I'm so glad he went that way. They wouldn't have operated on his neck. Living with pain isn't the way to go.
I felt like I was doing ok at the funeral. Mica was a Paul Bearer for the first time.
My cousin asked if they should line up in age order, or height order? Mica at age 14 is 6 foot.
Isaak wasn't a Paul Bearer, but sure was cute.
He's with his youngest cousin Edison in this photo.
I saw my Great Uncles and lost it. I know they are so close! One lost his wife, his daughter, and now his best friend and brother, my Grandpa. The other had just gotten out of the hospital two days prior to the funeral. On all there were seven of them.
To top it off, when we went to go to the graveyard one of my Great Uncles was using a cane my Grandpa had made for him. The cane broke, he fell, and had to be rushed off to the hospital. He's ok. Just a big egg on his head!
We had a military service. My Grandpa went into the Navy.
Kind of random, but my Grandpa always had a stash of hard candy in hidden in his car. He loved Root Beers, Butterscotch, and Coffee. I passed a few out to people I was around.
Each Paul Bearer left their boutonniere on the casket. I have no idea if that's a tradition, or not.
So much of me thinks of life being like a circle. One person dies, another is born. Just like seasons, and our calendar revolve in a circle.
Who is the closest person to you that's passed away?
I'd have to say my Grandma Dorothy was to me.