I began making burial plans for Daniel today. His cremains are sitting on the floor in a plastic box near my desk next to his Navy graduation photo. I glance at them once in a while and shake my head. That my vibrant, funny, complex, opinionated, sheepdog son has been reduced to a pile of ashes is almost beyond comprehension. Today has been very tearful and I suppose there will many such days ahead. Sometimes I just want to scream.


Daniel will be interred at the San Joaquin Valley National Cemetery in Santa Nella, 40 miles from here. It is the nearest veterans’ cemetery and our family agreed that Daniel would have wanted to be buried there. The date has yet to be determined but Linda told me today she wants us to do it as soon as possible. I agree with her because it would take us one more step toward closure (whatever that is).

Comments

Joyce P. said…
I continue to pray for you Stan and Linda and your entire family:) Everyday!
July 23, 2012 at 5:21 PM
Anonymous said…
Stan,

These "ramblings" are very touching! You and your family are in our thoughts and prayers.

God Bless,
Bret F.
July 24, 2012 at 1:59 PM
Anonymous said…
I agree with Bret, Stan, your 'ramblings' are quite touching. I too, continue to keep you and your family in my thoughts, and prayers.
Donna Y.
July 25, 2012 at 8:25 PM
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