Well, today went really well considering. We made it to the church -- on-time, even a little early. The viewing was nice and the video was PERFECT (another thank you to Pam Clausen)! The funeral was very nice. Lots of great stories and memories. All the girl grandkids got up and sang a song--Temple by the River. I mouthed the words considering I had never even heard of the song before that very moment. And, not to mention that I CANNOT sing. We had a floral arrangement made up for the funeral that was orange and black and said Grampa Spooks (that is how the flower company spelled Grandpa). Then, we went to the cemetary. That was nice and the weather was good. Blake kept looking down in the hole and saying he wanted to go down there. I don't think so buddy! It was interesting to hear him talk about Grandpa Mag dying. I'm not sure what he thinks dying is-- he's only 3. We talked to all the kids about it and Chase and Hayden get it-- mostly. But, I think Blake thinks it is something fun and then you get to go in a hole in the ground and play in the dirt. I guess we need a few more FHE's on life after death.
