ErinB
Newly Enlightened
- Joined
- Dec 4, 2011
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This weekend, I drove my mother, and 88 year old grandmother to the Willamette National Cemetary for my first visit my grandfather's grave. The sun had set a few minutes before we missed a turn, and we were lost on Mt. Scott for a while before we realized where we had gone awry. As we rolled through the main entrance, there were ten minutes before the gates closed, and the fog was beginning to roll in.
My husband (a flashlight fan) made sure there was a flashlight in the car before we left, and thankfully, a spare flashlight he had given me for walking to the bus was still in my pocket. Both were extremely helpful as my mother and I hurried to find my grandfather's grave in the increasing darkness.
Mom and I had a good moment at his grave before we raced back to the car to get my grandma. We drove as close as we could get, and my mom marked his site by pointing the light straight to the sky, like a beacon. Arm in arm, we guided my grandmother toward the light.
It's been 16 years since he passed. He braved Alaska before it was a state, and a war in the South Pacific. My mom never heard him raise his voice, and grandma swears "he disliked nothing more than a road he'd never seen the end of". He was an amazing man, and I am greatful to have known him.
So thank you, for your passion, for lighting the darkness, for being a resource for my lovely husband who helped me see something very, very important to me.
My husband (a flashlight fan) made sure there was a flashlight in the car before we left, and thankfully, a spare flashlight he had given me for walking to the bus was still in my pocket. Both were extremely helpful as my mother and I hurried to find my grandfather's grave in the increasing darkness.
Mom and I had a good moment at his grave before we raced back to the car to get my grandma. We drove as close as we could get, and my mom marked his site by pointing the light straight to the sky, like a beacon. Arm in arm, we guided my grandmother toward the light.
It's been 16 years since he passed. He braved Alaska before it was a state, and a war in the South Pacific. My mom never heard him raise his voice, and grandma swears "he disliked nothing more than a road he'd never seen the end of". He was an amazing man, and I am greatful to have known him.
So thank you, for your passion, for lighting the darkness, for being a resource for my lovely husband who helped me see something very, very important to me.
