We attended my Grandfather's funeral Friday, August 7th. It was hard to see him in his casket and know he had moved on, but good to know he had moved on at the same time. We heard some great talks about his life. Everyone mentioned his love for riding horses and his quiet demeanor. We also loved the anecdote about how whenever he came home from a long trip he'd say, "Home again, home again, rickety chick".