Yesterday we said our last goodbye to an old friend from Oklahoma. He died in Oklahoma a few weeks ago and his daughter brought him back home to be buried near his parents.
Honor Guard at Barry's Committal Service. Bag Pipes and Amazing Grace. "Off we go into the wild blue yonder, flying high into the sun..." and then taps. One of the honor guards shared with us that an eagle flew overhead at one point in the service. ( Typical for Air Force!)
The urn was beautiful! A suitable container for a very dear friend who served many years in the Air Force and The Air National Guard in Oklahoma City. He lived in Oklahoma part time after he retired because his children lived there and the rest of the time he spent in Park Rapids. We played many a card game with Barry, and neighbors Steve and Jo. I made him a custom pair of shakers a long time ago....he never did give them away he kept them for himself.
Goodbye old friend.
AIR FORCE SONG
Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun; Here they come zooming to meet our thunder, At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun! (Give 'er the gun now!) Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, Off with one helluva roar! We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey! Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
Far Side
