Ryan's Grandpa died last Monday. Kimball Haslam was 93 and had been declining in health for some time. The funeral was yesterday followed by a huge pancake feast (whole wheat pancakes with honey butter were a specialty of Grandpa's) attended by about 60 family members. As far as funerals go it was a happy one, an occaision to remember a good, long, well lived life instead of mourning a life ended too soon. In spite of this Ryan and I still managed to stand in front of the microphone and cry through our duet instead of singing. Oh well. I didn't know him as well or as long as most of the family, but I'll always have fond memories of the few horseback rides he took Ryan and I on, and I'll always be proud that he called me "Shorty."