The Sunday of Memorial Day Weekend, my Grandpa Morris passed away. He was 90 years old, and seemed to be pretty healthy until he had a stroke a few days before. That Saturday, I took Ryan and went with my brother, sister, and dad up to Idaho to see him in the hospital. He wasn’t conscious, but I was grateful I had the chance to go and say good-bye. On Tuesday, Nate got our mail (which I hadn’t gotten in a couple days) and I had a card from Grandpa thanking me for the baby announcement I sent him. It was so neat to get the card a couple of days later and I was grateful that I had gotten the announcement to him in time.
We went up to Grandpa’s funeral on Friday. I felt like I learned things about him that I unfortunately didn’t know before, and I was struck by how many of my Grandpa’s qualities my dad has inherited, and how many things I recognized in my dad. I’m grateful for the opportunity I had to know grandpa and for his hard work and example. I’m also grateful to know that he is with my grandma again, who passed away almost 7 years ago. They met on a Memorial Day weekend 62 years ago, and were reunited this year on Memorial Day weekend.
It was nice to see my immediate and extended family for the funeral, even though we weren’t together very long. My sister Jessica and her almost-one-year-old James stayed with us for the weekend after the funeral, and it was fun to spend some time with her. We went to Camille’s bridal shower and had a fun bbq with Dave & Liz and Camille & Bryce while she was here (no pics to show for it though…).
I didn’t take too many pictures, but here are a few from the graveside service:
Grandpa was a radio operator for the air force during WWII, so they did the military ceremony at his burial, I can’t remember what they call it. And Bennett being reverent with his grandma.
Jessica taking Bennett and Kallie for a walk, and Grandma and Grandpa’s Headstone.
and a picture of us with Grandpa at his 90th birthday party in January:
3 comments:
Beck,
Thanks for posting this. It was a hard weekend, but good.
Love,
Dad
becky, we're so sorry to hear about your grandpa. your photos are so precious. glad you could make it up in time and spend the time with your family.
So sorry to hear about your Grandpa. Hugs to you.
That cemetery looks like the one where my grandparents are buried. (They probably all look alike in South-East Idaho, though right?)
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