Friday, June 06, 2008

Remembering past Memorial Day.

I don't visit the graves of those who have passed on on Memorial Day. Come to think of it, I don't much do it during any time of the year, really. I'm not sure why. Instead, I spend time in my thoughts with those who have passed on, trying to discover all the lost memories I can in the process. For me, it is enough. Still, I am glad my aunt who still lives in Missouri faithfully visits my father's headstone each Memorial Day to place fresh flowers there. She recently sent the photo below from this year's visit, mentioning that it was raining that afternoon.

I can only recall having been to his grave site when he was laid to rest in 1983 and again just a few years ago, when I was lucky enough to be nearby on business. It's so many miles and hours away from where I am now, but I am grateful to be able to think on him now and again, no matter where I am in the world. People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and that time heals all wounds and ... well, people will say a lot of things. For me, though? I honestly don't have a single bad memory attached to my father. Not a one. And, for that, I am a proud and thankful son, even now, 25 years since I knew him last, to have known such a caliber of a man.

3 comments:

Mel&Todd said...

I echo your thoughts Dainon. I don't have a single bad memory either. He was, and is, a great Dad. This picture rushed emotion back to me, as I haven't been back since we lived there. Still looks the way I remember. . .

Ashley said...

I got all choked up reading this. I'm positive your dad is proud of the man you've become.

Nicole said...

Ditto. He is such a loving, honest, and good man. He had his quirks like us all, but his love for Mom and us kids wasand still is perfect. We were so lucky to have him for the few short years he lived on this earth, but we are even more blessed to have him forever. I learned from his example that Family is the most important priority. I look forward to be held in his strong, safe hug again someday. Thanks for this moment of reflection Dainon. Love you.