It’s funny because one thing that we all shared in common during my grandpas funeral was that we felt “at peace”. Maybe it’s because my Grandpa lived such an awesome Godly life that there was absolutely no question about him being at the big party in the sky, maybe it was because we knew he was not in pain anymore, but whatever the reason we all felt very at peace celebrating him. Well, that was until they played TAPS at his burial. I felt it first in the pit of my stomach, then up my throat in a big lump and finally uncontrollable tears that were hidden behind my sunglasses and camera as I snapped away so I wouldn’t forget the exact sentiment of the day.
That darn horn player, he had us all sobbing.
For my family, they can download the photos here. I’ll have the rest of them posted for you all tomorrow.