The Good-byes

Grandpa Fuller died in June his funeral service was July 5th. My Grandfather was one of my biggest heroes growing-up. I wanted so much to be like him. I always wanted to play a doo-ta-doo (violin) like him and latter in life learned to fiddle with him. So many summers were spent at the old ranch house, it was after ice cream time and grandma had left, grandpa would tell me stories of growing-up, the war, and his family history. Nothing beats the story of having shark for dinner while training in the military.

Mariam has some great photos on her blog from the service and burial at the Ranch.

It is strange. I miss Grandpa Fuller so much, but know that he and grandma are happy together. He is with his Lady.

I will miss them both and the Ranch. I do not know if I will ever get to play in that red dirt road again. See the amazing stars, or stand in the cool monsoon rain.

It is sad, in the last 8 months I have lost all of my grandparents. 3 have passed on, 1 is gone mentally and dwindles physically with Alzheimer's. The people I have strived my whole life to become like, a pharmacist, a musician and teacher, a caregiver, and a steadfast woman of faith have left. I only hope that through the remainder of my life I can make them proud of the heritage they left for me.

I love them dearly, and will miss them till we meet again.