Grandpa's Funeral

I downloaded my pictures, so I thought I would post some! I really loved my Grandpa's funeral, if that's a good way to put it! I loved honoring him, and I loved how he was honored. The service was very nice, full of memories and love, and then the procession to the cemetery was great! First of all, anyone who knew my grandpa knew that he loved cars. I guess he had once owned an old '30s truck (I don't remember the exact year), and my uncle happens to know someone who owns one, so my grandpa's casket was driven from the stake center on about 8600 S and 1000 E all the way to the Salt Lake cemetery, a drive of about 45 minutes. It would have actually taken longer, but another cool part was that the whole procession was escorted by a police honor guard, which including going through all the red lights and all! It was awesome! I'm sure my Grandpa was getting a huge kick out of the whole parade! The last really cool part was that at the cemetery, because he had served in the army, he was honored by a retired military guard which included a little ceremony with taps being played, and a rifle honor (I can't remember exactly what it's called!) where they shot their guns like 3 or 4 times. It was very moving, although we got a chuckle out of it as well! When they were shooting the guns, they were noisy and all the kids were surprised by it. Isaac looked up at me and asked, "Mom, are they shooting the bad guys?!" I'm sure Grandpa laughed at that one too! All in all, I was so very happy that my Grandpa was honored in the way he was, and like my cousin said, as people watched our procession going down the street and wondered who that person must have been, I am proud to say it was my Grandpa!