This weekend I traveled out to
The thing that many will find odd was the general uplifted spirit of the crowd. There was very little black being worn and posing for a picture at one point Christina asked if we shouldn’t be smiling. Stranger still is the fact that most of my family are not from a Christian background (in any case my Grandad wasn’t). This wasn’t necessarily a recognition of his passage into the kingdom nor was it in any way an irreverent. The only way I can describe it was a celebration of family, the gratitude for a man that brought us all together in life and in his death.
people gathering for the service
My dad giving the eulogy
looking back at the service as we go to spread the ashes
C.A.'s sons: Tye, Robert (Dad), and Mark (holding his grandson Bradon)
C.A.'s grandchildren/great grandson/grand daughters-in-law: Corey, Bradon, Josie, Carra, Alex, Heath, Christina, Jacob, Laura
Laura (my wife) and Corey (my sister)
And we eat...
My dad preparing the breakfast
My mom preparing for a 4-wheeler ride
My great uncle Bubba
Heath (my brother) holding Bradon
Christina (Heath's wife)
and a baby javilina.