I couldn't attend my grandfathers funeral due to the costs I had already amounted by making not one, but two trips to the LA area.
But like my cousin Cassandra said, " I was there when it mattered most." Indeed I was. I got to touch my grandfathers warm forehead and speak to him. Even though he could not speak I knew he could hear us. The amount of joy that he must have been feeling makes my heart smile.
I took these pictures off of my cousin's Facebook.
I am so glad that he was so blessed with love.
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