Grandpa died a week ago. He had a nice funeral and a military burial. If you've never been to a military burial, it's emotionally difficult, more so than any funeral I've been to. First the preacher speaks and gives him his final dues...ashes to ashes and dust to dust, then a lone trumpter plays Taps followed by a 21 gun salute, then in silence a flag is folded and presented to Grandma. The shells have been collected and each grandchild got one. My family and I are moving on and recovering.
Onto the most popular topic in Wisconsin, the WEATHER! We've had a metric-fuck-ton of snow this year, something like 72 inches. It's snowing again and tomorrow we'll dip below -10 again. Bundle up with a loved one and some brandy and have a nice weekend.
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