Monday was the funeral and Clint was one of the speakers. I wish I could speak like him. He didn't have any notes or anything and he just stood up there and did such an amazing job! The service was really nice. We sat on the second bench and I could just picture Jim sitting on the front row, sitting sideways looking at the pulpit and holding Patti's hand behind him. I'm sure he was there and I'm sure he was giving Patti a hug the whole day. She did amazing!
Here are a few pictures of the day. I do have pictures of Jim in the casket, but I didn't want to post them for a couple reasons, but mostly because he really didn't look like Jim. In fact so many people commented on him not looking like himself that after the burial Patti was standing there in a daze and asked me if it was really Jim that we just buried (I'm sure it didn't help that there was a mix-up with bodies at the hospital on the day he died). I had to reassure her it was him and he had his scars and marks that he had before. It's amazing to see that your spirit is really what makes a person, not your body.
Clint and I with Roman and Boston
Clay, Patti and Makell
The family, Jim is kind of peaking through
The Pallbearers (Clint, Enrique, Roman, Clayton, Coleton, Mick and Derrick)
And again at the cemetery. Don't they look good! They all had matching lime green ties and those handkerchief things in there pocket.