My grandfather’s funeral was beautiful. All of his 19 grandchildren were there and 49 of his 52 great grandchildren were there. It was mostly just family because when you are 95 most of your friends have gone before you. So it was a family reunion of sorts.
After the graveside prayer my family walked across the cemetery to my dad’s grave. We had some time just us together and it was peaceful. Much different than a year ago when we were there.
I got home later that night and slept for 12 hours. It was an emotional draining day. But still a good day.