We leave for Florida in the morning for a planned trip. I will leave the big boys with my best friend as Jack and I travel again to Arkansas for Grandpa Mike's services. The big boys won't be able to attend due to the financial strain of airline tickets.
Today when I knew he had passed away, I went and got red, white and blue balloons and asked my pastor if he would say a prayer for us before we released them. A 21 balloon salute. I wanted to boys to have some sort of memorial too.
My pastor, amazing man, not only showed up wearing red, white and blue, but he gave a short memorial about Grandpa Mike based on things I had told him. Then he read the following poem.
If you knew him, you would know how very appropriate that poem would feel to him. He was a patriot, old school.
There is much we will miss about you, but nothing we regret. See you when we get there.