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,
silliness abounded,
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?
5 comments:
Great photos. I hope to see all of them. It was a time that, in stark contrast to other funerals, promoted healing and hope and family closeness. I am so glad all my brothers left with something special of Bob Trinklein!
Sometimes there just are no words. That's the way I feel right now. Just know that you're in my heart right now.
It's beautiful that in the midst of the sadness everyone is smiling and celebrating a life well lived. You are very blessed to have such a wonderful family and friends.
Such good healing comes from gatherings like that. God is good to you Christy.
Amy & Mary - you are both right. God is good and I am blessed. Immeasurably.
Ali - thank you.
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