My Grandpa Bartmann died 6 years ago this month. I spoke at his wake and funeral, along with other members of the family. For some reason, as I was poking around through some old folders on my computer the other day, I ran across the written versions of both talks I gave. It was nice to read them through, and it reminded me that a few of my aunts had asked me for a hard copy of my notes back then. I don’t think I ever gave them up–it was just too fresh and personal at the time.
Remembering Grandpa Joe