May. 27, 2007 - 22:33 MDT

MEMORIES

Certain times of the year bring us to remembering relatives who have passed on, thus visiting their graves and some of us leave flowers, a token of our grief.

But Memorial Day is painful for us. Our son, ex-Navy, passed on after a valiant battle against cancer at age 53 on May 31, 2004 and joining his uncle Frank at Fort Logan National Cemetery.

Row after row,

Side by side,

Head to toe,

Finally at peace you know.

The far flung fields of white crosses amid the living green stretch as far as they eye can see. And across our country the cemeteries of the military dead stretch.

Our older son went with Heather and I, his mate and her Mother accompanied us so that they could visit the Father's and mate's grave.

We put flowers at son's grave, paused, remembering the good times. Finally son went in search of his mate and her Mom and Heather and I went to her brother Frank's grave. He spent world war two aboard a battleship, was as old as me and is sorely missed.

Heather resting in the shade of a tree on the way to her brother's grave.

As time goes on in the year, the hurt eases a bit, just to be brought back again next year. Left behind are Rob's two girls and their children, his parents and fond MEMORIES . . . . . . . . . .

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