It was my Grandfather’s memorial service today at the same church which three years ago, my Grandmother had hers. They were both cremated and buried side-by-side. My Father managed to take this photo of my friend (Left) and I (Right) in our uniforms.
For the service, I dressed up in my blues to show proper respect for my Grandfather who had served in the Air Force with the rank of Lt. Colonel. As the honor guard folded and presented the flag to my family, I stood there saluting. There was a 21 Gun Salute, played simultaneously with TAPS. It was about the hardest thing to keep my salute straight and my bearing intact at that current moment in time. Just as the rifles shot and the first notes of TAPS played, my arm and hand were shaking uncontrollably, my jaw clenched down tighter, and I collected all the self-control in my body to not cry, yet two tears still fell. The flag was handed over and I cut my salute.
I really loved you Grandpops. I hope I did you proud today. As much as everyone said you talked about me in such a good light, I just really hope you we’re happy with today and your entire life.
