The grandson's were the pallbearer's. They put the casket on this carriage and rode to the cemetary...it was just down the street.
Some of my family rode their horses behind the carriage.
This is my Grandpa's horse. They tied it to the back and it followed them. My Grandpa's life was the country and his horses. He was always riding one. He had such a deep love and great respect for horses.
I wish I had a pic of him with me, I know I do somewhere. If I find one I will put it on here.
The mountains were his home, this is the place where he grew up. We will miss you Grandpa. xoxo!
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Oh, those pictures made me cry. I hope you are doing ok. call me soon so we can get together.
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