My Grandpa Fawson was a very special man. I loved him dearly! He always had a listening ears and quick smiles for me. He passed away on Mother's Day this year. He was 79 years old. Jeremiah was born on his birthday, March 11th. His health had been declining for some time, but I was still so very sad to hear that he had gone. I know I will see him again. He was a wonderful example to me. I remember on one occasion, he let me drive his very nice car down to pick up Grammy Fawson. I think I was a Junior or Senior in High School. He sat in the passenger seat and talked with me the whole time about my life, my plans, my ambitions. Grandpa Fawson always had the latest and greatest, expensive cars and I was overjoyed to be able to drive this one! It was awesome. That is just one of my memories. I have many, many more but I'm out of tissue and I don't want to start weeping at my keyboard or I may not get any other pictures posted today!!
I was lucky enough to be able to go home for the funeral. It was nice to see all my family and share memories and laughter. I hadn't seen them since our trip home in July. I got to meet my new nephew and see how much my other neices and nephews had grown! The funeral was so wonderful. My Uncle Chris and Uncle Parker both spoke. They did an incredible job and their thoughts filled my heart with the joy that my grandfather spread throughout his life.
We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day!!! The sky was the most amazing turquoise blue and no clouds in sight! It was warm and glorious. Grandpa would have loved it. His gravesite was located just a few blocks from Grandma's home under a big tree. The perfect spot for his resting place on earth. Grandma can walk up and sit in the shade of the tree and be near him.
The local Veterans chapter came and did a gun salute and trumpet solo. They folded up the flag and gave it to Grandma. That moment was especially poignant for me. Being a military wife, I have a sweet affinity for moments like that. Grandpa had served in the Army. I believe he went to Germany in WWII. Chris really wanted to be at the funeral so he could wear his dress uniform and play a part in honoring my grandfather. Chris didn't know any of his grandfathers, so he had adopted mine. It was hard coming out alone on this trip, but I'm so glad I did.
Joy and Rejoicing!!
Me and my sweet Mother!
Me and my siblings, except for my brother who is serving a mission in Mexico!
All my family who attended the funeral - Grandma Fawson and my parents are in the middle. This photo was taken before the funeral and we are all standing in front of Grandpa's casket.