I said goodbye to my grandfather yesterday. He died last Thursday at the age of 93.

The funeral was yesterday in Henryetta, the town where he grew up, the town where my Dad grew up, the town that always meant' visiting the grandparents" to me. As we drove into town yesterday morning, it occurred to me that I have no reason to go to Henryetta now, other than to visit my grandparents' graves. A strange feeling.

We got to the funeral home and I went out back to tune up my pipes. Then it was time to go into the chapel and have the memorial service, which was quite good.

Then we went out to the cemetery for the burial. I played my pipes - "Highland Cathedral" and then "Amazing Grace" and then we left.

Goodbye, Granddad.