So her’s what I thought of my Granddad’s memorial service:
•Waaaay too much God and stuff. Like I’m respectful of what he believed in and I stood when appropriate, but man every part was just Jesus Jesus Jesus.
•There was a nice duet.
•Parts of the sermon were kind of a slap in the face to my Dad and the kids from the first marriage.
•I got some pretty flowers.
•Got to talk to parts of the family I don’t see much.
•Was talking to my cousin’s wife and I might have a job at the DSW Shoes at the MoA.