I grew up in Los Angeles. When there is no smog it is beautiful. The day we buried my Aunty was one of those days. She is buried at Forest Lawn. The service was in this beautiful church with a cobblestone walkway.
My Aunty was a member of an Hawaiian Guild and her guild members came to say goodbye. They danced for her in the church. If you were wondering, it is true that folks rarely wear black to a Hawaiian's funeral. It is generally white or Hawaiian wear.
Of course Grandson #2 was as cute as ever.
The repaste was in my Aunty's favorite bowling alley. She was a bowler for as long as I can remember.
This is my cousin's boy. My Aunty's Grandson. He is a little spitball of energy and rarely slows down to take a picture. I got this one on the run.
It was a beautiful service and an amazing luncheon. We were all tired and worn out from the emotions of the day. I don't even remember what we did that evening.
The next day it was time for everyone to split up and go their separate ways. Since no one was in a big rush we decided to have breakfast together.
We packed up the cars and went looking for the restaurant. No one was quite sure where we were going. Not even the folks that lived in LA! We just knew it was down the street somewhere.
We have 5 kids in my family. This is my older brother and the first-born. Notice the gray hair and mustache. He's old.
We did find the restaurant, not without a bit of angst and whoop-de-do, but it was worth it. We were shown to a nice big table that fit the entire family.
This is my little brother, he is the youngest of my siblings. This is his grandson.
This is my mom and my younger sister. She is number 3, the middle child. The only sibling not present was my youngest sister, #4 in the line-up.
This, of course, is my #2 Grandson. #1 Grandson was not with us and #3 Grandson was not born yet.
There were so many babies present that day. This is my niece's little girl, my grand-niece?
Another Grand-nephew? My brother's Grandson. Wow, it gets so complicated. I just call them all family.
This one is much simpler. My niece.
It was a long trip, a hectic few days with a lot more to come.
My Aunty was a member of an Hawaiian Guild and her guild members came to say goodbye. They danced for her in the church. If you were wondering, it is true that folks rarely wear black to a Hawaiian's funeral. It is generally white or Hawaiian wear.
Of course Grandson #2 was as cute as ever.
The repaste was in my Aunty's favorite bowling alley. She was a bowler for as long as I can remember.
This is my cousin's boy. My Aunty's Grandson. He is a little spitball of energy and rarely slows down to take a picture. I got this one on the run. 
It was a beautiful service and an amazing luncheon. We were all tired and worn out from the emotions of the day. I don't even remember what we did that evening. 
The next day it was time for everyone to split up and go their separate ways. Since no one was in a big rush we decided to have breakfast together.
We packed up the cars and went looking for the restaurant. No one was quite sure where we were going. Not even the folks that lived in LA! We just knew it was down the street somewhere.
We have 5 kids in my family. This is my older brother and the first-born. Notice the gray hair and mustache. He's old.
We did find the restaurant, not without a bit of angst and whoop-de-do, but it was worth it. We were shown to a nice big table that fit the entire family.
This is my little brother, he is the youngest of my siblings. This is his grandson.
This is my mom and my younger sister. She is number 3, the middle child. The only sibling not present was my youngest sister, #4 in the line-up.
This, of course, is my #2 Grandson. #1 Grandson was not with us and #3 Grandson was not born yet.
There were so many babies present that day. This is my niece's little girl, my grand-niece?
Another Grand-nephew? My brother's Grandson. Wow, it gets so complicated. I just call them all family.
This one is much simpler. My niece.
It was a long trip, a hectic few days with a lot more to come. 
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