My cousin was married in Wisconsin two weeks ago. We made the long trek up in two days of driving to be able to attend. It was lots of fun, the kids really enjoyed themselves:
ringing the bell to get the couple to kiss...
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Here is my grandpa with his five daughters and daughter in law at the reception. We hadn't initially planned on coming to this wedding but changed our plans after we got some bad news about his health this summer. We wanted to be sure to see him just in case. He had never met Helen who was named after my grandma. The night before the wedding we all went out for pizza, and he got to see Helen for the first time and he was so sweet and funny and charming with her.
God's timing was certainly in operation because my grandpa was taken ill the day after the wedding and died a day after that. It was a very hard week but a blessed one because we had planned to be in WI the whole week anyway so we were able to be present for the visitation and funeral (which would have been a big challenge if we had to come from MI), and were able to spend a lot of time with my dad's family. We are so thankful that we were there, that grandpa got to meet Helen in time, and that his death was so peaceful and without suffering. One night he was out partying, then he just slipped away easily with his family there with him. He was the best example of living faith I have ever known and even death had no fears for him. He was ready. It was the rest of us that weren't.
All the in between times of the last week or so were spent eating. I made over 200 cookies for the visitation just because I needed *something* to do. The morning of the visitation we went to grandpa's favorite diner (he had breakfast there most every day). George scarfed down his special pancake without any hesitation...
Any bets on how long it'll be until he gets summoned for jury duty?
