My dad's older brother, Glade, recently died and Rafael and I made a quick trip home on Wednesday, December 23. The funeral made me think how I would like to be remembered. During the program, there was an inclusion for remarks by children and grandchildren. The first speaker, a son, got up and said "well my dad was stubborn and ornery..." and that pretty set the tone. Quite honestly, my memories of Glade are not of warmness and kindness. Therefore, it was good to hear and be reminded that his children enjoyed going fishing and that he sacrificed a beloved car one Christmas because the family was broke. Glade had 15 children and a couple chose not to attend. Makes me think about how I want to be remembered. hmmm??
This is my brother, Joe, and his wife, Maxine, my parents. My parents drove up from Arizona and Joe had just been down to Arizona helping them replumb their home (bathroom had a leak) and run some outside electrical outlets. Joe is handy in that regard and he worked really hard for several days. He's big and rough on the exterior, but actually has a soft heart.
The internment wasn't until late afternoon and the cemetery was in shadows when we arrived. It was coooollllld, probably mid teens. Let's just say that I've never seen a group of people disperse so quickly to return to the warmth of cars and a hot funeral meal back at the church.
Glade had military rites and it was definitely an honor to see the flag and hear taps. Incidentally, this is my Uncle Earl on the far right--quite a character and I really enjoy his company. My dad's cousin is second from the left, Phillip Nelson. The others I don't know. It was good of these men to attend.
My dad's older brother, Glade, recently died and Rafael and I made a quick trip home on Wednesday, December 23. The funeral made me think how I would like to be remembered. During the program, there was an inclusion for remarks by children and grandchildren. The first speaker, a son, got up and said "well my dad was stubborn and ornery..." and that pretty set the tone. Quite honestly, my memories of Glade are not of warmness and kindness. Therefore, it was good to hear and be reminded that his children enjoyed going fishing and that he sacrificed a beloved car one Christmas because the family was broke. Glade had 15 children and a couple chose not to attend. Makes me think about how I want to be remembered. hmmm??
This is my brother, Joe, and his wife, Maxine, my parents. My parents drove up from Arizona and Joe had just been down to Arizona helping them replumb their home (bathroom had a leak) and run some outside electrical outlets. Joe is handy in that regard and he worked really hard for several days. He's big and rough on the exterior, but actually has a soft heart.
The internment wasn't until late afternoon and the cemetery was in shadows when we arrived. It was coooollllld, probably mid teens. Let's just say that I've never seen a group of people disperse so quickly to return to the warmth of cars and a hot funeral meal back at the church. 
Glade had military rites and it was definitely an honor to see the flag and hear taps. Incidentally, this is my Uncle Earl on the far right--quite a character and I really enjoy his company. My dad's cousin is second from the left, Phillip Nelson. The others I don't know. It was good of these men to attend.
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