On Friday we buried Grandpa at the Johnson Ranch in Sevier, Utah. He is placed next to his children Shad and Tawny, both of whom died as young adults before I was born. The iron fence around the site comes from Bobette's childhood home. The Johnson Ranch is situated in a breathtaking and remote area. There is no one else around for miles and miles and it really feels like the end of the earth. It is just where Grandpa would want to be--and of course we buried his cowboy boots with him.
It took an hour for this procession of cars to drive along the dirt road to the ranch--you can mostly just see the dust clouds from the cars.
It was a cowboy funeral. After arriving at the ranch, family and friends hiked up the trail to the ridge where the burial site is.
After Glendon's brother Franklin dedicated the grave site, Mark and the other pallbearers lowered the casket down.
All the men took turns shoveling to cover the grave. It was really touching and a nice way to pay a last tribute to Glendon. He would have been pleased at how many friends and family were there.
Brooke placing a flower on the grave.
Next to the grave site are the remnants of Bobette's grandmother's childhood pioneer home from near Richfield, Utah. They were brought here years ago and are a beautiful reminder of our faith and our pioneer heritage.
More of the old Heppler home. Behind Brooke you can also see a little "window" carved out of the ledge of rock by wind.
After the burial some of the cousins found a rattlesnake and also this little racer.
After lunch the extended family headed home, and our family enjoyed a quiet evening staying at the ranch house. We visited the grave site again and watched the sunset. Later we watched a full harvest moon rise over the distant ridge in the east, and then marveled at the Milky Way and shooting stars.
On Friday we buried Grandpa at the Johnson Ranch in Sevier, Utah. He is placed next to his children Shad and Tawny, both of whom died as young adults before I was born. The iron fence around the site comes from Bobette's childhood home. The Johnson Ranch is situated in a breathtaking and remote area. There is no one else around for miles and miles and it really feels like the end of the earth. It is just where Grandpa would want to be--and of course we buried his cowboy boots with him.
It took an hour for this procession of cars to drive along the dirt road to the ranch--you can mostly just see the dust clouds from the cars.
It was a cowboy funeral. After arriving at the ranch, family and friends hiked up the trail to the ridge where the burial site is.
After Glendon's brother Franklin dedicated the grave site, Mark and the other pallbearers lowered the casket down.
All the men took turns shoveling to cover the grave. It was really touching and a nice way to pay a last tribute to Glendon. He would have been pleased at how many friends and family were there.
Brooke placing a flower on the grave.
Next to the grave site are the remnants of Bobette's grandmother's childhood pioneer home from near Richfield, Utah. They were brought here years ago and are a beautiful reminder of our faith and our pioneer heritage.
More of the old Heppler home. Behind Brooke you can also see a little "window" carved out of the ledge of rock by wind.
After the burial some of the cousins found a rattlesnake and also this little racer.
After lunch the extended family headed home, and our family enjoyed a quiet evening staying at the ranch house. We visited the grave site again and watched the sunset. Later we watched a full harvest moon rise over the distant ridge in the east, and then marveled at the Milky Way and shooting stars.
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It looks like a special and peaceful time for your family. What a beautiful tribute to your grandfather.
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