Would it be foggy and icy all the way? Luckily the plows had made a pass through on the main roads.
The snow hung in the trees. It was heavy wet snow, good for snowmen if you had the energy after shoveling.
The fog lifted and were had partially blue sky. We took the shortcut to the main highway.
The shortcut has not been plowed, beyond the crest of this hill are swerve marks where someone, won’t say who almost ended up in the ditch the night before.
The main highway was much better.
The funeral was well attended, my Uncle Dennis had many friends. We had a typical Minnesota funeral lunch, scalloped potatoes and ham, buns, cole slaw, pickles and a variety of cakes and bars for dessert. No red Jell-O to melt into and color my scalloped potatoes pink…and they even had plates with sections so my food didn’t touch….although my brownie was dangerously close to my pickle.
Funeral procession going down Dead Horse Hill and turning left. We were amazed with the amount of Police Officers and Sherriff's Deputies that were on duty to make the possession safe. Eight officers in total.
We headed down toward my Aunt and Uncles home where we followed the procession through his equipment yard.
Past the place where my Uncle was born. Onward to the little church where he was baptized and confirmed. I was baptized there too.
Not a goodbye… but I will see you later.