This is the only picture I took at my Grandpa's funeral, but I thought it was a neat one. It was so moving to see all those flags lining the steps to the church. The funeral itself was unforgettable. It was neat to be back in the old Yale Ward, I hadn't been there in years. There are so many memories in that building. I learned so many things I hadn't known about my grandpa. He was an amazing father, grandfather, husband, and friend. And he loved God. I got teary-eyed quite a few times, but not because I was so sad to see him go, more that I was proud of the heritage he left me. I'm so grateful for his service in the war, for his service in the church, and for the love he showed his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I know he is much happier where he is now, but he is deeply missed.