We attended an out of town funeral over the weekend. The gentleman who passed was a wise and generous man, loved by his family and friends, and respected by all.
As a young man, he had been a Marine, so an Honor Guard team was there to perform the "Three Volley Salute" or "Final Salute".... the firing of seven guns into the air three times (using blank cartridges).
The shots were startlingly loud in the somber quietness of the cemetery grounds.
The flag was removed from the small casket holding the ashes by two members of the Honor Guard and carefully folded.
It was then presented to the deceased's eldest daughter.
It was a beautiful and moving ceremony. A last goodbye.
Heading home that evening, we ran into rain. Sunday morning we woke up to the first snow of 2016.
I had to make a quick run to the grocery and found there were icy spots on the road! Even though I was taking it slow and easy, I had a scary moment trying to stop for a red light.
I made it home okay though.
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