Not just another Saturday sky

I love this sky. I think it is rather majestic. I dedicate this picture to Robert Lee Lynch -- a beautiful, loving man whose funeral is today. He was my husband's maternal grandfather and I was honored to call him Grandpa as well. He was well and truly loved and will be missed horribly.

Goodbye, Grandpa. I love you.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

-- Crossing the Bar
Alfred, Lord Tennyson