He was just a simple man...

Monday, 12/5

We wake up and go to the funeral home to iron out the final details and payments of the day. Back home for a quick change and return to the cemetery where, anticipating rain, we’d decided to hold the service in a chapel they have on the grounds. So, here we were, minutes before the service looking at a beautiful blue sky, ah well, the best laid plans… right?

It wasn’t too big a deal, we thought, until the VFW started their service for military honors and we realized they were about to do the 21-gun salute and playing of Taps -outside!

I felt like such a bozo, running in and out of the chapel, trying to record the service for those who couldn’t be here. Not to mention, those who were there, were given no direction from the funeral director or the VFW fellows of what we were doing, or should expect! I barely got outside in time for the shots and the bugle, then I barely made it back inside to see them folding the flag to present to Mom! At the end of the day, I wish we had just done everything at the graveside, rain or shine, but...I pray he saw our hearts and felt honored anyway! Guess that’s what we get for trying to provide a little pomp and circumstance to a simple guy who wouldn’t have wanted it anyway. ;-)