We buried my paternal grandfather today; I was blessed to have three grandparents for over three decades of my life. My maternal grandfather died prior to my being born.
The service was beautiful. It honored his life in the service during WWII and as a fireman in the New Orleans Fire Department.
I got to see many people who I haven?t seen in years, some since before Katrina. We reconnected, shared phone numbers, made plans, etc.
The cemetery was peaceful, the blue sky majestic, and an overall tranquility to it all.
My cousin?s son, Gunner, had such a beautiful insight for a young man. I was asked to roll beside the casket as a pallbearer, and without even asking, he jumped in and helped me by pushing me while I held onto the casket. Then he generously pushed me to the burial site across the street, while laughingly telling his sister she was lazy for not wanting to walk (she wanted to ride there by car). Such a noble act from an old soul at a mere twelve years of age.
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Originally Posted by Tim C.
