Celebration Day

Frank sang at Garrett's funeral, just as he sang at Brandon's funeral 10 years ago, and at Jennifer's funeral, almost 4 weeks ago. It was beautiful, and I don't know how he did it.  He sang "The Shepherd's Point of View", the same one he did for Jennifer's family at her funeral.  Todd, Vic and Dr. Parker all spoke, making us chuckle sometimes, making us tear up sometimes, but always comforting us. At the graveside, both Jennifer's parents, and Garrett's parents released doves into the air, signifying the freedom of these two souls now in heaven. Garrett was buried next to his precious wife.

Here are Frank's words:

Eleven Hours since we closed  the casket. Eleven hours since I sang my final time for Tiny Man. The chapel was full, just about SRO. Garretts co-workers, Leonard family and Leonard family friends, Jones family and our friends, all there to support us and the Leonards, and to say goodbye to Tiny Man. But I told Kevin standing beside Garrett, "Son,  don't tell your brother good-bye. Just tell him 'See ya' soon". For ten years (this week), not a day goes by that I don't think about Brandon, with some days worse than others. Time has helped ease the pain, but you never get over it, you just get through it. And such will be the next ten, if the Lord taries His coming. But as I told Kevin, the rapture is coming soon.  All of these natural disasters are, I believe, the world groaning, just as it did when Christ was crucified. So Garrett may not be safe from hearing his old man singing for long!
The house has been full of family and friends since 1:00. It's 10:30 and the last ones to leave were Kevin, Marlo and the grandsons. (Ethan-3 yrs, and Logan - 1yr.) Boy, it was sure good to get to spend some time with them! PawPaw (the other grandad) has really chalked up some points over the last few weeks, as I've been pre-occupied, so I've got to regain some ground. Anyone got a pony for sale? Not sure that I'll go back to work next week, thinking I'll try to continue to rest as much as life allows, and try to rebuild stamina, both mentally and physically.
I don't know that anything I'll have to say from now on will even be worth typing, compared to the last few weeks when my best friend was the computer. It's back to living one day at a time, sprinkled with a few tears, hopefully some smiles, and a lot of prayers. Special thanks to Gwen Rushing ??????? for driving back from Knoxville today just to tell me she loves me and is remembering us. She did not find out until yesterday of our Garrett Coaster. (read entire journey at prayingforgarrett.blogspot.com.) Goodnight Tiny Man. War Eagle.