Thank you for all the condolences and well wishes in the passing of Granny.
It is such a small world we live in.
A little of the playback from the funeral.
I was sort of shocked, standing outside the church, just before services began.
when a roar was heard coming down the road......A big line of Harley's, two by two came rolling
into the church parking lot....an amazing sight.....My brothers all dismounted and hugged me
and told me "you surely don't think we are gonna let you go through this alone..."
They were welcomed by the rest of my family, though my mother was a spectacle
going around making them all take their hats off before coming into the church....I was blessed, and proud.
My Granny would have been tickled.
It was when hugging my bros that I finally broke down and cried.
Why oh why though I wonder was everyone so into taking pictures of me????
I wore a suit for my Granny's funeral....I went out and bought one just for that.
I never not ever wear a suit....all my life it has been jeans and leather for me.
The tolerance I have for others is one trait I gained from my Granny. The best of me came from her.
It was an honor that my aunts, uncles and dad asked me to be a pall bearer.
My suit has been hung up.
Life is back to normal insanity.
My Granny lives on in me.
oh yeah.....I did not ride the Harley to the funeral....my wife was afraid I would ruin my suit, so I had to ride in the truck with her.
Again, thank you all.