Friday, March 16, 2012
A Sweet and Sad Farewell...
As we drove up the hill toward the Pavilion, I saw the soldiers standing at attention. That meant so much to us. I had never been to a military funeral and didn't know what to expect. It does go very quickly, because they have services every hour. It's handled with dignity, precision, and respect, from the moment you arrive until Taps is played.
My husband and sons were pallbearers. Even though it's just a short movement of the casket, from vehicle to a transport cart, I was so proud to see my boys do this for their grandpa, and my husband for his dad. One final act of love and respect for their grandpa, and of my husband for his father. It's heartbreaking to say farewell, but we believe he was welcomed home by those he loved, those who had made the journey before him. We will miss him.