My Grandpa Smith's funeral was held in Alpine, Utah, last Saturday. The obituary may be found here. It's difficult to pay tribute to such a beautiful life in a matter of mere hours, but it was a beautiful service. I somehow made it through playing the piano for the opening hymn, which was special for me since my love of the piano came from Grandpa. My composure left immediately afterward, though, and I went through many more tissues than Grandpa probably would have wanted. He liked to see us smile, you know.
There were halfhearted smiles throughout the day, of course, but a real one finally came at the end of the afternoon. I knelt down next to the casket to say my final goodbye, and Jake leaned forward and gave Grandpa a kiss. How could I not smile at that? Grandpa loved Jakey -- he called him his "little son" -- and Jake loved him back. It means so much to me that my son got to know my Grandpa, if only for this short time. I think Grandpa will be looking out for Jake for much longer.
And he and my Grandma were the cutest newlyweds ever. It was fun seeing pictures of their new, young love and comparing it to the sweet, enduring love they share now.
The slideshow was on display at the viewing along with pictures of Grandpa and pictures he painted. Along with being an incredibly gifted musician, he was a talented artist who won numerous awards for his work.
Until we meet again, Grandpa. We love you so much! Thank you for being ours.