We were able to see many relatives we haven't seen in quite a while in Walla Walla. Grandma's house was filled with beautiful flowers sent from loving friends and family.
And Grandpa's funeral was a real testament to his work for the Lord over the years.
His children wanted to emphasize that we are celebrating his entering into the peace of Heaven. Yes, we are sad to say good bye--but we KNOW it is only for a time. That brings peace.
Below is a poem that Tadd wrote about his Grandpa and read at the funeral.
A soft chuckle, the first hint of what was to come
To those familiar, we knew we were in for some fun
We hoped for occasion, and were glad when one was sent
Another moment to be enjoyed, to the fullest extent
The joy, the mirth – neither could be contained
The response real, nothing he did was feigned
Who enjoyed it most is what we would muse
Grandpa, or those who his amusement viewed?
We knew the progression well and sat back to behold
This dear man we loved so much, about to fold
When the moment hit, twinkling eyes more brightly shone
The classic sign that something, had reached his funny bone
Remaining composure would then betray him
Laughing eyes squeezed tight and thin
A lost cause now, they sprung a leak
Here come the tears, rolling down his cheek
With face red and air in short supply
He’d produce the waterworks and make us cry
Next up, the infamous eye glasses removal
Tears were flowing now, there was no reprisal
From the pocket, a handkerchief produced with a sigh
Its purpose in life – the flood waters to dry
Such was the routine each time, it was like habit
One time remembered well, had to do with a jack rabbit
Visits from Grandparents were always enjoyed and cherished
When from fair land of Walla Walla they could be relinquished
That Idaho winter was bitter cold and the rabbits scarce
Many rounds of 0.22 fire, yielded not many a carcass
As we all hugged and said our goodbyes
A lone jack rabbit in the alley caught our eye
It hopped a bit and then to a halt it came
Turning back to gloat, in our lack of aim
Now this scene to Grandpa, it was quite funny
All those rounds of shells, and now here this bunny
Such rich moments as this were not passed by
Each properly captured, with tears from Grandpa’s eye
His laugh and his life, it seems they aligned
Not loud or obtrusive, but heartfelt and genuine
A quiet, humble man of God was he
A Grandpa to cherish, a man who like to be
Teddy and Caroline picked up right where they left off. Mostly friends--but Caroline still loves to annoy Teddy. I think she thinks he is her brother.
The above was my favorite of the flowers that arrived at Grandma's house. The below are two of my very favorite boys. So different and yet so alike.
Tadd playing Grandpa's guitar.
One afternoon we bundled up all the kids against the frigid air and walked one block over to the park. It felt good to get out into the sunshine and let the kids run and yell.
The whole time we were in Walla Walla Caroline was referred to as one of the "boys". Someone would say "the boys are down in the basement making a mess" and we'd know that they meant Ezra, Teddy and Caroline.
Oh boy do I miss my Ella girl!
Don't know whether these pictures make me happy or sad.
Nora loved getting to spend time at the park with Aunt Heather. And Mommy's arms and back were quite thankful for the break!
My Grandpa with my kids. We stayed at his house the whole time we were in Walla Walla.
He was a gracious and patient host. He is probably still working at putting all his stuff back where it belongs. It all got moved to higher and safer ground so that Miss Rip Up and Shred couldn't destroy it.
Here are a few extra pictures I felt like tossing in. These are for you, Auntie Avy since you felt you got cheated out of kid-pics in the post about the hutch : )
Ezra loves to create with his Lincoln Logs. We got them for him for his first birthday. Back then he chewed on them. Now he can make a pretty mean fort complete with porch, fence and cowboys.
Nora's apron made by Miss Jennie the amazing seamstress. Miss Jennie is mama to one handsome little cowpoke!
Left over pictures from Valentine's day. Plastic lips from Grandma.