Thank you. You know what the most beautiful thing was though?
Grant, my husbands' Grandfather, had his funeral at 2 pm, yesterday....and it was like something out of a storybook....
I stood right behind the last row of chairs under that tent in the cemetary, watching...observing the service. It was a hot day in that North Carolina July, but just at that moment clouds strolled in and brought with them a gentle breeze, offering us some relief and softening the light. Grant was a veteran, who earned two bronze stars in WW II. The Honor Guard respectfully arrived to send him off with a 21 gun salute. As the guns sounded, the sky thundered back and the wind picked up. The bugle resonated out and clouds grew increasingly, shadowing the sillouheted soldier who stood at the end of the casket and causing the red, white and blue flowers just beyond to appear even brighter as they blew in the wind. Two men methodically folded the flag that once covered the casket until it was a crisp triangle. One kneeled down, presented it to Grants' wife and as she covered her face with one hand and accepted it with the other, the rain poured down.
I can not recall in recent memory ever feeling quite so much emotion as I did in that moment. I also can not begin to express just how wonderful this man was and how much love he had to give. This was a perfect send off, if ever there was one.