How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell, a weeping hermit, there.
William Collins
I visited my dad's grave the other day. It's the first time I was able to lay flowers in person. I've always done so via 'Find a Grave." I hadn't thought I would be so emotional. Neither of my parents were meant to be parents. A totally dysfunctional family. But, he is my dad, and I love him no matter. RIP dear father, and thank you for your service.
It was the first time I cried for him om years, and all the grief came once. I am so grateful that I had this opportunity.
As for the meeting with my daughter, it went so beautifully. She is so loving despite the fact that mom treated her just like she treated me. She is so much stronger than was. She promised mom that she would be there to take care of her, and she left her home, her job, and her husband to do so. Yet still mom insults her. Grrr! My one wish is that woman finds the ability to love before it is too late.
Talk to you all tomorrow.
Happy Memorial Day