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
(clockwise from top) Aunt Annette, 2nd Cousin Bradon, Uncle Mark, Dad, Mom
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...
and talk.
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)
Corey
and a baby javilina.
3 comments:
My condolences on the loss of your grandaddy. I am glad y'all could use the opportunity to show respect for his life while celebrating getting together with those of you who remain here.
By the way, your aunt's ranch is beautiful. I kept expecting to see Butch and Sundance ride into one of the photos.
Your family is remarkable. I know I've said it before, but every now and then the obvious needs to be stated. And restated. It's wonderful that you can, as a group, approach life and death the way you do. You (in the plural) manage to give me hope and an assertion of value just from a few pictures. Truly remarkable.
hey, not to burst your bubble, its braYden and Ty(minus the E). losta love to my spelling challenged bro
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