Reminents of a Memorial

My Grandpa Jack passed away on Friday. I got the call at work that they were coding him. I knew he wouldn't make it. His body was tired. He was ready to move on. I am glad I got to spend last Friday with him. I am still sad though.

The showing and funeral were nice. Our family is huge, but super close. It brings comfort to me...that and we all look alike. You can see grandpa in all of our faces. It's like he was there with us. I was a pallbearer along with 7 of my first cousins. We had to sit together at the mass. It was hard seeing my brother cry, my male cousins, my uncles and father who did a Eulogy. Father Joe, who is a cousin as well, my Grandpa's nephew did his mass. It was the most personal mass I have ever been to. It was beautiful, and sad, and funny, and heartwarming, and comforting. I have never prayed the rosary so many times before in my live. But it is something that Grandpa loved to do, so we did this to assure his soul didn't get lost on it's way to heaven. To make sure he knew how much we loved him. To show how strong we knew his faith was.

I lost it at the grave site. When they played taps. That song always gets me. It is so forlorn, so sad, so final. I know he is in a good place. I know he is watching all his "babies." I know that he was ready and that makes me happy. But I will miss him so much.

I found a voicemail on my phone from him last night. I listened to his voice over and over. Smiling and crying at the same time.

Im going to miss you Grandpa Jack. I love you.