We try to go every year to the cemetary on this day to remember those who have died who served in our country.  I’m proud to say that My dad served.  He was a Seabee and was in Vietnam.  Sad I won’t get to hear those stories anymore.

Broke my heart to see this poor sad little boy looking down at Pop’s fresh grave without a stone yet.  At school someone was going to throw out their squirrel picture and he rescued it and wanted it for Pop.  His heart hurts today (as does mine and all ours).

I’m glad we have JOY knowing where Pop is! Sadness in our hearts.  We all laughed as we see the MULCH piles RIGHT next to Pops row…… He would laugh too !