We buried Pops' old body this morning. It was a gorgeous day - sunny, crisp and cool. We had to lug dad up the side of a hill (me, Dave, Dan, Bob, James, and the funeral home guy), but luckily it wasn't too far. We sang, had a brief service, then said our final goodbyes.
We took roses off the casket and placed some over mom's grave. It's funny, we only bought one plot when mom died. We figured Pops would be buried a mile away. Since he didn't care where he was buried, we didn't really care either. But it turns out that the morning Lynn called the cemetery, a guy returned his plot in favor of mausoleum space. His plot was 10 spaces down from mom's - in the same row. Pretty cool.
Anyway, as we're driving through the cemetery on our way out, this huge buck waltzes past the van. We stopped in awe of this majestic creature. Kate and Maggie thought it was really neat too. It reminded me of what Pops must feel like now...young, strong, free, and not a care in the world.
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Where were Steve and Gary?
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