Made the drive to Utah to retrieve our camp smelling borrowed truck that left us stranded on a highway in the middle of nowhere after the family reunion. We were delirious and ate dinner with a goat. This folks is what memories are made of.
My Grandpa Cassedy's funeral. I really don't have any memories of the man. Which is sad to realize. But I understand the value behind the word family and I hope that I am teaching my children that you love anyways and show respect.
