A funeral is not a day in a lifetime, but a lifetime in a day

I still haven't uploaded my own photos... more to follow later.

 

All three brothers spoke at their father's funeral.  The day was crisp with mostly blue skies.  Snow fell as we followed the casket out of the church.  Duane was buried in a cemetery just a street over from the Hardy family home.  I actually walked across this cemetery regularly as a child to get ice cream in the summers at the Winder Dairy on the other side.  How odd to go to this place where I skipped through in shorts on a hot summer day to bury someone we actually knew and loved.

 

 

Eric, Greg, Shirley, Kenneth

 

 

 Wendy, Awsumb and Kenneth, Shirley and Greg, Eric and Shilo and children

The view of the mountains from the cemetery

 



 

Shirley asked me to put together some things, photos etc. on a table for the viewing and services.  After sorting through Duane's office and given a lot of little treasures this is how we decided to share his life.  What he loved and lived for.

 

I came across the quote recently - a funeral is not a day in a lifetime, but a lifetime in a day.  So true.  And you can never really present everything about who a person is, but I think we did a good job representing family and faith, sacrifice and service, travel and love with his wife Shirley, sports and fun and grandchildren.