Some photos from Dad's Mexican wake...

I'm proud of Bauer and Nunn... those two dudes showed up with that giant bottle of Patron! And it was gone in just two rounds. Wow.

After the funeral and everything, we had a party out at Richard's house in Rose Hill. It used to be a tradition every September that we'd have a party out there to celebrate everyone's birthday/anniversary -- there are a lot of birthdays and anniversaries in that month in our extended family. Over the years the tradition faded... and we hadn't done it in a while. My Dad told Richard (he's the one holding the tray of shots) that he wanted to bring the tradition back this year. You know what? The tradition came BACK.

Besides lots of food, horseshoes, pool, fooseball, play-doh for the kids and loud Mexican music, we also had a big-screen broadcast of the Final Four games for KU's championship. Abasolo brought his projector and we broadcast it on the back of the party barn. AWESOME. The next day, Richard saw his neighbor, and he told him, "You know, I woke up at like 1 a.m., and I could have sworn I was hearing like... a basketball game, or something..." Yup, that was us!