First Cemetery Visit

This morning Al and I made a visit to the cemetery. It is the first time we have been there since Mom died. Our time in Minnesota this Fall is between the one-year anniversaries of their deaths.

As expected, there were soft-voiced remembrances and tears.

I placed my tribute. Mom taught me as a child to knit, and after her death I took a refresher class. I thought it only fitting to knit something for her. Mom's favorite author was Debbie Macomber, who has a yarn shop in Port Orchard, Washington. I visited the store in the spring and purchased some yarn for this project. And I designed something that says a lot about my feelings for my parents, and what I believe they felt for each other.

The yarn is a pale blue, both Mom and Dad's favorite color, and was their wedding color. The heart is a symbol of love. I made the hearts puffy, or FULL -- their love never ran out. There is a cord between the hearts, reaching for the other, the 'tie that binds'. And bows are the shape of infinity. They were married for over 61 years on earth and now goes on forever.

There is a gentle mound where they lie. I am glad to see their markers are SO close together. But it does make it seem my sister Gwen is so far away.

Dad's Veteran Star