As I look back in the blogs that I've posted almost all either refer to or relate to an experience with my grand-father, Buddy Winstead. So much of what I think and believe in the funeral business comes from his influence. So much of what I think and believe in life comes from his influence. Many of my "ism's" (as my wife so charmingly calls them) come from him. Today, my grand-father died peacefully at his home. I know we're in the funeral business; I know that my grand-father would want me to remember all of the many, many wonderful times we shared; all the family's he helped; all the good things he's done for his family and others - but I cannot express the absolute sorry and loneliness I have in my heart with his passing. I knew this day was coming, but my heart is broken that it has arrived. For my "Grandaddy Buddy" – I love you and miss you.
You were one of the best men I ever knew...
