On August 6th, my Grampa passed away, one day short of a month after his 88th birthday.
Words can't even express how proud of him I am and always have been and how much I love and miss him.
My Grampa fought in World War II from 1941 to 1945. He received a Purple Heart for saving the life of a fellow soldier, but I know that his acts of bravery were countless. My Grampa was truly the most selfless and generous person I've known in my entire life.
Today, after his funeral, my family was honored with seeing the veteran flag service performed at his gravesite. While one soldier went off into the distance to play taps on a bugle, two others carried out the folding of the flag.
I will post more photos of my Grampa later. We got out the really beautiful old ones this week, some of which I had never seen before.
I love you forever, Grampa.
Love always, Amanda