Well, I went to the Memorial service at the Veterans Cemetery yesterday..
The VFW had a bugler there who played taps, with the laying of the wreath at the small monument..
It was Raining heavily, Not many people showed, maybe 20 or so..
Stopped to visit my parents and 2 brothers, all buried there.. But my son is not there, because there
wasn't enough of him to put in a coffin.. He is in a mausoleum, and will be buried with me, when I take
my place there..
All that my mind could focus on was the day he was born.. Holding him in my hands, his eyes looking
at me, with traces of his mothers blood still on his face..