I just got home after spending the weekend up in Washington for my Grandpa's funeral. Everything went well & I even held off tears until the honor guard did their gun salute and then presented the flag to my grandma.Things like this make you realize how quickly life can change, but fortunately there are some things you can always count on. My dad's tie is one of those things. The first picture there is of my mom & dad in 1974. And the second picture is of my dad wearing the same tie just today. Yep, that's a 35-year life span on that tie.
Anyway, I had a good trip, considering the circumstances, and on my way home picked up Jerel from the airport. He spent the weekend in Utah for his niece Mollie's baby blessing and he had a good time hanging out with his family. I would ask him for some fun details to put on the blog, but "24" is on right now so it is no-talking hour at my house!
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Are we gonna bury him in that thing, or will Rick be wearing it? Hmm... It's like burrying old ladies in their diamonds, a waste. So hopefully Rick will take it over.
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