Monday was the funeral for my Grandpa. It was a sad, simple, and beautiful experience. My mom told some stories about him. On the way home I looked over to the west and saw the sky on fire with one of the most wonderful sunsets I have ever seen. At about the same time my mom had returned to the cemetery to pick up some flowers that had been left there. She saw the same sunset and took the picture above. The earth saying goodbye and heaven saying hello.