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Flying free.

After the funeral we went back to Grandmas. There is a swing in the empty lot next to the house. While I was taking this shot a bag of shells was placed in my Grandpas cousins (?) car. Apparently for many years this same bag of shells was transferred between Arnie and Grandpa on the sly as a running joke between the two. By the time Grandpa died the shells had turned into powder.

Grandpa gets the last laugh.

This is the song they played for Grandpa after his funeral. I could not breathe.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azSfS6shuCk&feature=PlayList&p=4377D3CFFF443550&index=0&playnext=1