Friday night, Rich, my family, and I attended the receiving of friends and funeral service for Mr. Kinamon. As I wrote the other day, our almost brother-in-law’s father passed away, sooner than we’d anticipated. We knew he was fighting the good fight, and we’d been looking forward to meeting him at his son, Kirk’s, wedding next month, but, sadly, that was not to be. Instead, we offered the little comfort we could in the way of emotional support when Kirk and his family needed it most. To that end, I also went to the interment service yesterday. An Air Force veteran, Mr. Kinamon received full military honors befitting his 13 years of service. I took my camera along, and asked if the family wanted me to take any photos. They said that they did, so I did my best to stay as inconspicuous as possible, capturing the most emotional moments, including when Kirk, in his full uniform (he’s an Army National Guard member) presented the folded flag to his mother. That almost ripped my heart out, but I managed to take a few photos through my tears. And, like everyone else at the service said, I was proud of how Kirk handled himself. More importantly, I know his father would be proud, too.