rough Friday

Well, today I woke up to go to a funeral. The funeral for my 30 year old Uncle. I'm not going to go into it too much, I did that earlier. I will tell you a few things, he was cremated and my Dad built the wooden box to hold his ashes. The wood was from a tree that my Dad cut down that was in my Grandmothers front yard. Now this tree was one that my Uncle had climbed many times growing up. My Mom made a lining for the box out of material that she had used to make him one of his favorite shirts years ago. Many people had pictures to put in the box as well, pictures of him and pictures of his favorite dog he had growing up. He will be missed and we loved him very much.