Many would consider it inappropriate to photograph a funeral. That's exactly what I thought when my mom handed me her camera and asked me to take some photos during the burial of my grandfather. I did so cautiously, not knowing if the rest of the family would be offended. However, after the funeral many family members came to me and asked for copies of the images. I was surprised to find that these photos were important to so many of them. Memories are not always joyful ones, but that doesn't mean we want to forget them.
My grandfather was a faithful man who led his family with honor and dignity. He left a legacy of love and faith in Jesus Christ. He taught us well, and in the days preceding his death he was surrounded by his loved ones. We held his hand and told him what a wonderful father and grandfather he was. We honored him in his last days, and we honored him at his funeral. We are saddened by his passing, yet we rejoice that he is now with Jesus and we can see him again if we choose to follow Jesus as well.
I can only hope my legacy will be as strong as my grandfather's when it's time for me to leave this life.
A gun salute was given to honor the World War II veteran.
The burial flag was given to the widow to honor the memory of her husband's military service to his country.
"There are those in one's life who are a pillar, who love God and family, who stand unwavering in their character, who live a life of purpose and meaning. Those are the ones who in the last days of their lives find themselves not alone, but surrounded by family and loved ones."
-Joshua A Werth
