The burial gift

This image was taken at my grandfather's funeral, during the wake prior (or viewing as they call it in the South). As I'm sure it is easy to conclude___ that is his favorite fiddle, it was on a table to the right of his casket. The red cloth w/ black cross is the burial gift I made for him, & neatly tucked into his suit right as they were closing the casket. I miss him. The last words my grandfather said to me as we held hands, the day before he drifted into an unconscious state, was a prayer. He prayed for my health on his death bed. I believe that was the 11th, & he passed at 6am February 14th of this year___ surrounded by his wife & children.