February was a rather crazy month. Lance's dad passed away on the 6th and the funeral was the following Friday. His dad was already showing signs of Alzheimer's when we got married and had been in an assisted living center the last few years. Although he never remembered me or Skye, we do have some good memories of going to visit him. One time, he and Skye had a great time playing with this big, inflatable ball and he would let Skye hold his hand as we walked to see his room. Although I wasn't close to him, I'm sad my kids have already lost a grandparent and that Jack never got to know him at all. I was grateful for talks two of Lance's step-sisters gave at the funeral that gave me a better insight into the man he was before the Alzheimer's took over.
Alan served in the Air Force.
Here's Lance's stepbrother giving his step-mom the flag. He has a career in the national guard so it was really neat to have him do that.
Even Jack had a good time running around on the mushy ground at the cemetery. My parents were awesome enough to come help keep an eye on the kids.
It's a beautiful casket. And he will be buried next to his son, Lance's brother, Farrell who passed away nearly thirty years ago.
Here we all are. I'm so mad I didn't take my camera back to the church where we had a dinner together. Both the kids had so much fun running around and playing with their cousins and step-cousins they don't get to see very often.
The one thing I have to say is that I'm so grateful for the gospel in my life and the knowledge it brings that this isn't the end for Alan and that we will all be able to see him again someday.