Sometimes no title is right.
Last Friday (1/19/2007) I attended, for the first time, a funeral.
My wife's grandfather died.
It was an entirely different experience. I'm still not totally sure what to think of it.
I only met the man a few times and my memories of him are not extraordinarily good or bad. They played a powerpoint that showed him from fairly young until a few months ago. It was neat to watch as he aged and grew a family. I had never even known that he served in WWII.
It was a pleasure to meet some of his friends and talk to them and yet it brought tears to my eyes as I shared their sadness at losing him.
I salute you, Robert Lee Vetter, for your service to fighting off the evils of your time. May your soul find its way home.
Luke
My wife's grandfather died.
It was an entirely different experience. I'm still not totally sure what to think of it.
I only met the man a few times and my memories of him are not extraordinarily good or bad. They played a powerpoint that showed him from fairly young until a few months ago. It was neat to watch as he aged and grew a family. I had never even known that he served in WWII.
It was a pleasure to meet some of his friends and talk to them and yet it brought tears to my eyes as I shared their sadness at losing him.
I salute you, Robert Lee Vetter, for your service to fighting off the evils of your time. May your soul find its way home.
Luke
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