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.
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