Back Home...

I went back home to attend my grandpa's funeral. Matt & I elected to drive, as we were unable to find flights that were affordable and worked out with our timeline. It was a seriously long drive, but at least I had terrific company.

When we arrived in Tennessee, we visited with my family for a few hours before heading to my friend's house to spend the night. After that first night, we stayed with my mom, per her request. My sister and my husband finally met, and they both seemed to like each other. Yay!

I maintained my composure about Grandpa's death throughout this entire time, until some of the songs he used to sing were played at his funeral. All of a sudden, the floodgates opened. It didn't matter that I knew he was back home, in heaven. I just felt so sorry for myself, that I would never hear him sing again in this life. I realized how very much he will be missed. However, that Grandpa is reunited with Grandma now is very comforting.

Grandpa had a military burial by the VFW Honor Guard, and my family was so intensely proud and touched. I even have a shell from one of the 21 rounds fired to salute him.

After the burial and a great deal of visiting with my family, Matt and I began our drive back to Florida.

Now we're back home.