So it had been on my heart for sometime that I hadn’t visited my dad and grandmothers grave site in a long time. It’s just something that I struggle with. They are buried in Rock Island which is where she had lived for many years. My dad died at an early age from lung cancer. The last year of his life he had to live with her as there was no way he could physically take care of himself after having one lung removed and 1/3 of the other one.
When she passed away she was laid to rest next to her only son and the new headstone was made for them both. I was ashamed when I saw the condition that we had allowed it to be in.
So a quick trip to Sheridan and the Dollar Store and we headed back to take care of business. We freshened the grave and made it look somewhat new again and then my wife gave me some one on one time so I could talk with both of them for a while. It was a great trip and I needed it as much as they did. Please take the time folks.
I guess I should explain the “struggle” of visiting. For me there is a lot of pain still from losing my dad. He was my best friend and mentor. He never got to see me walk the isle with my wife. He never got to meet his grandchildren nor they meet him. He never got a chance to witness my failures as a young man and and witness how I rebounded from those failures. He never got to witness any success that I have had in my life nor see what I had become knowing that he would be proud of my perseverance and work ethic that I learned from him. The pain never goes away and I’m glad that it doesn’t if that makes sense to anyone. It tells me that I am human.
When she passed away she was laid to rest next to her only son and the new headstone was made for them both. I was ashamed when I saw the condition that we had allowed it to be in.
So a quick trip to Sheridan and the Dollar Store and we headed back to take care of business. We freshened the grave and made it look somewhat new again and then my wife gave me some one on one time so I could talk with both of them for a while. It was a great trip and I needed it as much as they did. Please take the time folks.
I guess I should explain the “struggle” of visiting. For me there is a lot of pain still from losing my dad. He was my best friend and mentor. He never got to see me walk the isle with my wife. He never got to meet his grandchildren nor they meet him. He never got a chance to witness my failures as a young man and and witness how I rebounded from those failures. He never got to witness any success that I have had in my life nor see what I had become knowing that he would be proud of my perseverance and work ethic that I learned from him. The pain never goes away and I’m glad that it doesn’t if that makes sense to anyone. It tells me that I am human.
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