Sons and grandsons worked together as they lovingly carried Grandma Crane's casket from the hearse to the grave recently. A representative from each family, including son, Jim at the head. It was a tender time, for service and reflection.
Mauri was assigned to pin boutonniere's on all the pall bearers, sons and grandsons for Mom's funeral. Hunter helped by holding the box of red roses waiting to be assigned to the men. Julie made them in the wee hours of the morning, when she couldn't sleep. They are lovely.
Family gathered around while the pall bearers placed their roses on Mom's casket. Little ones knelt together to say the last goodbyes and look down into the grave not quite knowing what was going to happen. Be careful, don't get too close.
A tender moment of contemplation and see the closure of a loved one's life. Jim dedicated the grave to be free of the elements and a final resting place for our parents. May they rest in peace.
Here are a few photos you don't often see, but took place these past few weeks. A beautiful flower arrangement arrived from my employer. Holding hands with Mom, one of the few things that she could still do while being cared for in the hospital in the coma. Seldom was her fanny pack or watch not on her person. They look lost without her. The family is still getting used to the changes that will last a lifetime. Time to reflect and remember a great lady.