Saturday after Grandpa's burial, we decided to head back to his farm to celebrate and remember doing what he loved most; working outside on his farm. We ate soup, cooked hot dogs over the fire and cleaned up in his yard. All my childhood memories of Grandpa are doing something around his farm. I think this is where we all feel close to Grandpa. We hoped he was smiling down on us as we celebrated his life.
Here's most of the Roseberry crew. Busy burning sticks and cooking.
Grandpa has 9 1/2 Great Grandkids. My nephew, Brooks is due in January.
Mowing the grass for Grandpa
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