Someone wanted pictures, so I'm attempting to learn how to post with a picture. I thought that I would write about my Dad's funeral, so that it would help me remember.

I was a little excited to walk into the funeral home, because I knew that I would get to see my nephews Binyomin and Avi, who live in Virginia with their parents and I never get to see them. They had fun playing with their cousins, Ian and Isaac, who I don't see as often as I should. Before the funeral there were three accidents due to wild running and playing between the four boys. The two four year olds learned to not run around anymore, but the two year old and the six year old didn't learn anything. My family surprised me shortly before the funeral started and told me that I was going to be conducting the whole thing. They thought I would take it best if they just let me know right before, rather than a couple of days earlier. Public speaking is my worst enemy, I wish they had just had Alec do it. It was hard for me to see my Dad in the coffin. I didn't want Alec to take any pictures with the lid open, but I probably should have because the mortuarys picture was grainy and yellow. My Dad would have loved the funeral. There were no bagpipes, no "God Be With You til we Meet Again", and his grandsons acted like themselves. Avi and Binyomin went up to their mom while she was giving a talk and added comments, Avi helped the piano player every time there was a song, and Isaac, while playing at the grave site, somehow managed to trip the mechanism that lowers the casket, and it started lowering into the grave, but one side was going faster than the other. This all made my mom very happy, and we know that my Dad loved his grandsons, even when they were naughty, so we know that he would have loved that day.

I know that the pictures requested were of the house, but, I can't access them at the moment, so we'll save that for another post.