The Interment

The Interment was in the Salt Lake City Cemetery on Saturday, June 11 at 11:00am.  It was a gorgeous day with the sun shining.  We were at the top of a hill and had quite the view of the valley.  The site is right next to Granny and Granddaddy Pratt's grave.

It was nice to gather together again as a family, with 2 more grand children coming, as well as more great grand children that were not able to make the funeral in Colorado.  We were glad to see several friends that came to offer support as well.  It was a lovely service.  We were happy that the flowers had survived the trip over in the heat and looked pretty sitting nearby.

The service began with the pallbearers going up the hill to take their places on either side of the casket.  As they carried the casket to graveside, they were led by a bag piper playing.....Del really appreicated his Scottish heritage.  As they reached the tent and placed the casket onto the stand, the bag piper continued down the hill, his music trailing behind him.  There is special signifigance to the way the bagpiper played.....it is entitled, "The Soul of the Departed Scot", and it goes like this........

The spirit of a Highlander remains with the body until he is satisfied

that all the traditions have been observed.  As the casket is carried to

the place of internment, a piper will play a lament, releasing the spirit

from the body.  When the spirit of the departed is satisfied, he departs

into paradise.  The piper then strikes up a sprightly march and marches

away, satisfied another Scot has been piped to his just reward."

Eileen, Lloyd's wife, sang "Be Still My Soul", Neil read the eulogy and Lloyd dedicated the grave.  The Navy took over the service with the playing of Taps and folding the flag.  The flag was then gently placed in Geniel's hands.  It was a very moving part of the service.  "Oh, Danny Boy" was then played on the bag pipes at the request of Geniel...she has always liked that song.

At the end of the service, each grand child was able to walk by the casket and place a flower on top in remembrance.

The family lingered near by after all had left, just visiting. 

Then we headed over to Marie Cornwall's house for lunch.  She was sweet enough to feed us all that day.  Thank you so much for doing that for us.  After lunch, we returned to the cemetery to see the beautiful flowers placed on the grave.