We drank tea on the deck while my cousin's wedding shower went on below. My dad sat across from me, out of view. My Uncle Bob, on an extended visit from Texas, took this photo.
A few months ago we all gathered in that beautiful lake-front home to say a final goodbye to my beloved Grampa. And honored his life and legacy with a graveside service and meaningful memorial service.
The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot. Proverbs 10:7 ESV