This past saturday my grandpa lost his struggle with cancer after sixteen years of endless courage, faith, fighting and pure will. The past few weeks have been very hard and the past 72 hours have been even more difficult, as one would imagine. My grandpa was honored in the most beautiful service planned by my grandma in which nearly 300 people came to pay their respects. It was a true testament to the man he was and how he lived a life of service and dedication to his friends and family.
(my grandma and 11 of her 13 grandchildren)
My grandpa was a tanker in the us army and to have his burial at ft logan national cemetery with a 21 gun salute was honestly one of the most powerful experiences I have ever been a part of. I stood behind my grandma while the american flag was presented to her 'on behalf of the president and the united states of america', at that moment, all I could do was cry tears of pride as my family stood united together.
Over the past few weeks, it has been a blessing having all of my aunts, uncles, cousins and endless extended family come together for the love of my grandpa. He was and will continue to be the glue of our family and will forever be in our hearts and prayers.
Thank you for letting me share this very personal post today.