Grammaw’s Funeral

My 94-yr-old grandmother, known affectionally as Grammaw Haun, passed away this evening. She was married to a decorated WWII hero for 69 years, raised her son who carried the Gospel to West Africa for 25 years, survived the battle with breast cancer, and made the best darn gravy you’ve ever put on a biscuit. I’ll miss her terribly but celebrate the hope she had in Christ that is now her glorious eternity.

Here are some photos from her funeral service and interment.