Last Monday my mom called and told me my Grandpa Thorson had passed away. He had been sick for quite some time and we were not expecting him to live too much longer. However it took me back to hear that he was really gone. I sat in shock for a while. My entire childhood is filled with memories of my Grandma and Grandpa Thorson. We grew up a few short miles from their house. We spent Sunday evenings there regularly. We worked in the greenhouse most springs from the time I was 8. I was paid 50 cents a flat that I transplanted. I remember my mom had to check each one before I moved on. We went on several deer hunts with Grandpa there, reunions, birthday parties, etc. The memories are endless. I think my Grandpa did five times as much work in his lifetime than other people. He is the most honest man I've known. The funeral was on Saturday with a viewing the night before. It was a bittersweet funeral, but it was a beautiful one. We knew it was his time to go. He lived a good life and we know he is in a good place. Until we meet again...I LOVE YOU Grandpa!
We had some neat pictures taken of the day...these are my cousins and brothers. This is only half of the pall bearers.
The other half of the pall bearers.
The grandsons placed their boutonniere on the coffin and then the granddaughters got to place a daisy each. It was a moment where I felt a sense of pride that I am his granddaughter.
This is a picture from a few years back of me, my dad, grandpa, and Corbett
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