Burying my father today.....

The service went well today. Not as many in attendance as I expected, but I suppose at 94 years old you have probably out lived a lot people .
I kept my emotions mostly in check until we left the service and arrived at the burial site . There we were greeted by 2 members of the Army Honor Guard . They folded Dad's flag and presented to my step-mom, then played taps. That's when it really got to me.
I learned that Dad served under Patton, and he was a radioman who's job was to send out "false" information for the Germans to pick up on .
We had a little reception afterwards, everyone chatted a little, and promised to keep in touch more. One of my family members commented that funerals were more like family reunions.