The memorial service for Andy White was at 10:30 this morning. The little church was packed with standing room only. Friends attended from as far away as Amarillo, and family from even farther. He was laid to rest dressed in his leather biker's jacket. He would have appreciated that.
Several of his motorcycle buddies came, on their bikes, and Andy would have appreciated that also. He loved his motorcycle.
David and our grandson, Jack, were two of the pallbearers. Jack came over from Electra this morning---first time we have seen him in several months. Lots of hugging went on here.
It is now time to get on with our daily parade of adventures. (See? Told ya Andy looked like an aging hippy.)
God bless y'all.
Grandma in the yellow house
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