Welcome back [b]bunghole[/b] from your solemn duties as the Grandson of an honorable man.
My Grandfather died in April, 1963, and I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
At the church, you know the one I pointed out in Crowell, where his funeral was held, I saw my Father cry for the first time in my life, and what an effect that had on me.
Although I was only 11 at the time, I knew that something both horrible and wonderful had occurred.
[b]Horrible[/b], because the man who had taught me a lot of things in my young life was being buried that day, and I knew that I would not see him again for a very long time.
And [b]wonderful[/b] because I witnessed the deep love and affection that everyone had for the man I both loved and admired!
And that love, affection, and admiration was sealed with my Father's tears.
Those tears that you shed for your Grandfather are worth their weight in gold, both in this world and in the world to come, and will never be forgotten in either.
God be with you and may He bring many pleasant thoughts of your Grandfather back to your remembrance!
Eric The(Saddened)Hun[>]:)]