truth be told {already told here}, i wasn't verrrry close to my grandma's husband, stuart. he was around all my life, but he was quiet {as mentioned by every speaker at the funeral} and very in-the-background-ish.
but the funeral was sweet... as funerals are.
this is my first family funeral. no one in my family dies. i think we're immortal.
it was all new... but the military formality of it all was especially new
and i couldn't get enough of it.
stuart was buried in kanarraville. a teeny tiny place.
i don't know how the logistics were arranged, but when we arrived at the cemetary, there were three uniformed military peeps awaiting our arrival.
surely they're not from kanarraville...
everything was so precise.
... and then one marched off into the distance and sounded his bugle.
it was so reverent.
the folded flag was presented to my grandma.... and i shed a tear.
certainly, a girl needs her best friend on funeral day.
no offense to anyone else, but my las vegas cousins were my favorite part.
we visited three or four times a year when i was in college
but now..... not so much.
boo.
nathan, isaac, aubry, seth.
and then, to lighten the mood of the day - the robot hat:
i'm breaking loose and getting silly, my friends!
counsin christian.
we call him the ginsta or gin.
you know, chris-tian {sounds like gin}
anyway, he's a perfect child.
and as charming of an 18-year old as you'll ever find.
and uncle larry.
if you know uncle larry, i hope you're laughing right now.
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