The woman that handles things out at the base called me a little while ago about the inscription on your headstone. She wanted to confirm the changes that Billy had made. Funeral home had 1937 instead of 1934 as your DOB, and they also had dad’s rank messed up. Seems people just don’t know what a Specialist 7 is anymore.

I got that all sorted out, but was not able to sort out the personalization inscription. Seems like the gal can’t understand the significance of “Together Then Now and Forever”. She wants us to make it something that anyone that looks at the marker will understand and know something about the person that is there, but I made sure that if we did not think of something that she would feel was more appropriate, that dad’s choice could be inscribed there.

As far as me and Dad and Lew are concerned, if someone does not understand what “Together Then Now and Forever” means, then they did not know you and your relationship with your family and in particular with dad. We’ll ponder it, however, and the gal is going to call back on Thursday and see what we have come up with.

I’ll write about the events at the funeral later – there were some spooky things there, but for now I want to point out that on Sunday Morning I got up and picked a bunch of very lovely nasturtiums that I placed in an oasis and took to the memorial services. The nasturtiums out front were lovely and looked very vibrant and picture perfect. On Monday morning I got up and stepped outside, every one of the nasturtiums had been killed by frost. The morning you were taken to your final resting place, the nasturtiums ceased to bloom in the front yard. It… it seems so very right.

I will plant them again in the spring, and every spring for as long as I own this property, but for this year, the few I had brought inside are all that remain of the nasturtiums we planted this year.

Love,
Sandra