Yesterday was a beautiful day.
Exactly the type of day that Grampa would have loved to be a part of.
And he was.
Family gathered and cried and laughed and told story after story.
The sun came out in a beautiful old cemetery as Grampa arrived with his family, casting its light on lichened granite stones and newly-budded leaves on arching shade trees.
We said good-bye, for the time being, to our Old Yankee Man.
And I can confirm, for the record, that he left for his trip with three small dog bones in the inside right breast pocket of his jacket.
Just in case he meets a certain yellow lab when he arrives at his destination.
Because Grampa never greeted Fred empty-handed.
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