So many of us were gathered in one place this week, celebrating the life and mourning the death of my grandpa.
We were so cared for by those who love us and those who loved my grandpa. There were anywhere from fifteen to fifty of us at any given time, and none of us went hungry!
Stories were told,
and four generations mingled...
crammed into every nook and cranny of my mom's house because it rained for two days.
Cousins, couples, aunts and uncles:
and dear friends who helped us so much:
We broke out a journal we'd written in ten years ago on Grandpa's birthday and the journal of questions I'd sent him that he answered, and we all enjoyed reading his words and our own words to him.
Last year, my brothers talked Grandpa into growing out his beard. Eventually, he trimmed it down to a goatee. He got so many compliments from the young ladies that he decided to keep it. When my Uncle Kenny arrived this week, he was sporting a nice goatee and talked the boys who had beards into shaving down a bit in a show of solidarity. Chris had already pared his beard into a handsome goatee. Don't they all look nice?