I really wanted to title this one loading the casket but it is a little morbid.
However, this was what the pictures are about.
When the funeral ended the family followed the casket out the hearse.
Madison started to cry because the sun was so bright. After being the in the chapel all morning, the sun was gloriously bright.
I kept thinking of how we could bring some humor into the whole situation because I know grandpa would have appreciated it, but I was too solemn to be creative.
I did dare one of my siblings to blow a whistle as loud as they could during the luncheon, but no one did. They may of forgotten or maybe they were too solemn too.
(There is a story about grandpa that goes like this.....
Grandpa was out to eat with some of his children, including my mom and dad.
My Aunt Janice had a rape whistle on her key chain.
Grandpa got a hold of it.
Grandma saw the look in his eye and headed for the door.
Grandpa blew the whistle in the restaurant as loud as he could.
He said, "Everyone get out your raffle tickets we are ready for the drawing."
Grandpa paused and looked around.
There were a lot of confused looks and questioning glances.
A few people were whispering to their neighbors trying to figure why they didn't get a raffle ticket.
Then he said, "Opps! Wrong place!"
Then he walked out of the restaurant.
The whole restaurant burst into laughter.
Mom said the cashier was laughing so hard she couldn't give them their change.)
When we were kids grandpa flew out to Florida to help us move.
My mother was pregnant with twins. She flew to Utah.
The rest of us drove with Dad and Grandpa.
Dad, Grandpa and seven kids. Can you imagine?
Well, as we were driving grandpa said, "Is anyone thirsty, does anyone want some water?
A few of us responded we were.
He filled up a plastic cup with water and tossed it over his shoulder at us.
On the same trip we stopped at the Gateway to the West.
We rode in the elevator up to the top it was a remarkable view.
The walls are glass and slanted. It is very unsettling for anyone who is afraid of heights and even people that aren't.
Grandpa and Dad engaged in a conversation before we got into the elevator.
He said, "Son do you remember a few weeks ago when this elevator crashed to the bottom?"
Dad responded in the affirmative.
He said, "Those poor people inside."
(Of course no elevator crashed.)
The people behind us in line looked at eachother uneasy.
Grandpa was always ready for a good laugh.
He had such a great sense of humor.
He will be missed.
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