Thank you

A very heartfelt hug and thank you to everyone who took the time to comment to my last post and to those who have kept my family in their thoughts.

The viewing, mass and cemetery service are done.  I held myself together by staring at the ceiling until shots were fired during the military service at the cemetery; then I lost it.

The same priest, same funeral home, has cared for three of my loved ones in the last two years.  They've done an excellent job.

I don't have any photos of him tending cattle, fishing or pulling weeds. Or that time when he took me out fishing and I, as a child, caught my limit of trout before the adults and demanded everyone else go home becuase I WAS DONE FISHING.

 Isn't that the way with all of us?  We only photograph the fancy stuff.  Not who we really are.

Here is this; my grandparents on their wedding day; December 29, 1952.  My grandmother was a stunner and still is.  He was from Pennsylvania and she is still a Southern gal from Alabama. 

My grandparents and my mother.

Day is done, gone the sun,

 From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;

 All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

Fading light, dims the sight,

 And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.

 From afar, drawing nigh, falls the night.

Thanks and praise, for our days,

 'Neath the sun, 'neath the stars, neath the sky;

 As we go, this we know, God is nigh.

While the light fades from sight,

 And the stars gleaming rays softly send,

 To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend.