On Friday, we buried my dad's ashes. I think this finally gave everyone some closure and peace. It seemed weird without a grave to visit. Before, he was in a wooden box on the freezer in my mom's back room! Kinda weird! Well, maybe only to me.
The cute retired Veterans came and did a nice ceremony, including the 21 gun salute. And they played Taps, that always makes every one cry.
Of course, something weird and dorky always happens, so we're always crying and laughing at the same time. My brother in law fell in the grave! Wooops!
And, we all thought it was so neat to see the man playing Taps on a trumpet, till Greg said there was a tape player in the horn! I swear, next he'll probably tell me there's no Santa Claus.