Last Wednesday, around 5 AM, H's maternal grandfather - Paw - passed away. SIL was by his side when he left us. I am glad she was there with him.
Memaw (H's grandma) scheduled the service for Thursday afternoon. Yes, the next day. After work on Wednesday we drove to Dallas and then we woke up assearly on Thursday and drove the rest of the way to H's home town.
There was a viewing. I asked H if he wanted to look in the casket, he said no. I was relieved, because I didn't want to either. Then there was a grave side service.
Paw was a deacon in the church and so Brother S preached the gospel at the service. It was unlike any funeral I have ever been to and I am still unsettled about it. After the service, I went to the casket, laid my hands on it, and said *my* good bye to Paw. After that, we had the bereavement dinner, where the church ladies bring in the food.
I loved Paw very much and am so sad he is gone. He is the one who told H I was a keeper when I met everyone five years ago. This is the first grandparent H and BIL have lost and they aren't taking it very well, especially BIL.
Paw and Memaw spoke about what each one of them wanted at their respective funerals, so we know Paw was buried in the manner in which he wanted to be.
Still, I will miss him.
