|Uncle Ray and Uncle Lindon last summer|
I have a lot of fond memories of Uncle Lindon but some of my best ones are of the times we spent in Grand Haven, Michigan. He was a very quiet man, but funny. He had a good sense of humor and was a wonderful carpenter. You could usually find him somewhere fishing and in Michigan it was always nice to wake up first thing in the morning and walk out to the river and see his little boat, a line casted off into the water.
The funeral itself was hard in many ways. He was buried in Toby's cemetery and the service was graveside. We hadn't been back there since December and going back there for a funeral service was difficult. Pete read a poem during the service and I sang a song with my cousin Will. I underestimated the impact of standing there within sight of Toby's grave and trying to sing. It was harder than I thought it would be.
|Uncle Lindon fishing|
|taken at Will's wedding, the weekend before Toby died|
I wonder about my aunt Jane now. Where do you go from here, after being married for almost 60 years? It's almost like starting life over.
|Iris, after spending a weekend with my family|
|at the funeral home|
|Pete, talking at the graveside service|
|Cole and Will singing at the service|
|Iris, with flowers for Toby|
|Dad and me at Toby's grave|
|Sam and Dad at the cemetery|