Sunday, May 30, 2010

Memorial Day

Each year we make the trip to the cemetery, and it is always a very strange feeling - it feels so good to go there, to leave flowers from our yard, to talk about what we remember about him and to tell his stories, but the heaviness we leave with makes everyone tired for the rest of the day. I have the same thoughts each time we visit - he was just too young, he needed to be here for this time with these kids. He would be so proud of what a wonderful father B. is, and B. would have been so proud of what a wonderful grandfather John Lyman would have been.

*re-posted from this time, last year.

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