On Tuesday, May 24 my Grandpa passed away. He had been sick for quite a while and in a lot of pain due to compression fractures in his back, a leaky heart vaulve and internal bleeding of some sort. It's so hard to say goodbye to a Grandpa like him. I'm so happy to know that he is no longer in pain, but it's hard to know that he won't be there when we go to visit anymore. It breaks my heart to know that my Grandma is alone now too, but she has been so strong throughout this hard time.
This weekend was Memorial Day weekend; the perfect time to celebrate and reflect upon his life during the funeral services. On Saturday we had the viewing and the funeral service where my uncles (his sons) all spoke, highlighting different parts of Grandpa's life. I have so many memories of when we would go down to visit. I remember how he had a coo-coo clock that he would always set off for us grand kids. He would always make up some kind of story in order to get us to eat something weird, like orange peels and dates. He loved to collect stamps and coins and would give each of us state quarters to start our collections. Everytime we would visit, he would fuss over how we weren't eating enough, making sure we never went hungry.
On Tuesday (today) we had the burial service. Grandpa served in the Navy during WWII and so they had a traditional military salute, which was really neat to see. It was so great to be able to spend a weekend with almost the entire Jones side of the family and honor Grandpa. We will miss him so much but he is in a much better place!