Wednesday, August 17, 2016

As we go, this we know, God is nigh.

For the second time in as many years, we celebrated the life of a soldier at Arlington National Cemetery. Burial there is an honor that can't be bought but must be earned. Emmett's beloved father earned it many times over.

On Monday, his ashes were committed to that hallowed ground in the presence of his wife, three sons and three daughters (we were never daughters-in-law to him), all eight of his grandchildren, his two oldest great-granddaughters, extended family members, friends, and men he had served with over the years.

We cried, we laughed, and we loved each other. He would have been proud.

During the service, we were seated mere feet away from my daddy's grave. It comforts me to know that out of all of the vast acreage that is Arlington National Cemetery, our dads should rest so closely together.

Taps 

Day is done, gone the sun 
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky 
All is well, safely rest God is nigh. 

Fading light dims the sight 
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright 
From afar, drawing near 
Falls the night. 

Thanks and praise for our days 
Neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky 
As we go, this we know 
God is nigh.

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