We spent the weekend in St. Johns AZ with my Dad. My Grandma's funeral was Saturday afternoon, and although she is my third grandparent to pass away, it was the first funeral I'd ever been to. It was a good service and I managed to hold back the tears while hearing so much about her life and personality from her children's eyes. I learned about her history and my ancestors and where I come from. As we drove in the funeral procession and they placed her casket on her grave site I started to get weepy. I had to walk away when my uncle knelt down and placed his hand on her casket. He was saying his final goodbyes and it was too much for me. Afterwards I was able to talk with cousins and relatives that I haven't seen in years. It was so nice to be around people that share my same blood. Later that night we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows around the fire and played games with my dad and brother and their wives. Sunday after church I wasn't ready to go home. I ...