Sad Times...

I haven't blogged in a while and this time it is for a very legitimate reason. We lost my grandpa. He had been pretty sick for quite a while, and he passed away peacefully on October 15th at 5 am. Thursday night Hy, myself, and the baby girl, flew into Las Vegas airport and then proceeded to drive to Hurricane. We stayed at my parent's house along with my siblings and their spouses. The viewing was Sunday night at 5 pm in Cedar City and it was really great. The photograph montage with music was totally gorgeous and they had the candy displays that I had suggested.

He looked exactly like himself and at the same time nothing like himself. I struggled through out the week, but didn't really lose my stuff until I saw him at the mortuary. Something pretty hard and sweet happened there as well.

The month before he passed, Em and I had gone to visit my family and spent a few hours with my grandparents. Miss Em is kind of shy at first and takes a little time to warm up to new people. BUt with my grandpa it was INSTANT SMILES and she reached for him INSTANTLY.  It was pretty adorable.

The first thing she did as Hy held her and walked up to his casket, was bend herself right in half and reach hard for him. That was hard for us.

It was really wonderful getting to see a lot of family that we hardly ever see, and it was wonderful introducing them to Miss Emilia for the first time. That was pretty special. And she especially loved my cousin Jenny.

The service was the next day, Monday, at 11 am and it was really beautiful and pretty funny. Some parts were pretty much agony and some parts just so him: straight to the point and funny.

The graveyard service was gorgeous. It was a bright and sunny fall day and the colors couldn't have been more beautiful. They did a full military service with a gun salute, flag folding and presentation, and playing of Taps.

After that, we headed back to the church for a luncheon. The night before I had made German chocolate cupcakes which was his absolute favorite cake that my mom made him every single year for his birthday (probably since before I was alive). That cake is so him to me, and I felt like we couldn't have a celebration of his life with out getting all sugared up on German chocolate.

I just want to put a few of the last pictures that I have of him. They are so very special to me because it was the last time I saw him alive. And it was the last time Emilia did as well.

I could write about what he meant to me, but the truth is that he meant the world... and how do you write about that? One of the things that hit me hardest was the fact that he wouldn't get to know the children we don't have yet. But I have to think that he already does and I have to believe that he is up in Heaven some where getting ready to shoot us down some more babies at a moments notice. The thought of him tending our future children makes me pretty darn happy.