I am going to preface this by saying that this will be all over the place. I apologize to you for that. I usually like to have an idea and just write it out and see where it goes. Tonight though, I have so many things in my head.
Today was somber and beautiful. It was wonderfully warm, windy, but a warm wind. Today we laid my Uncle Bob to rest. Girl1 came with me; she had never been to a military funeral. Uncle Bob served for over 20 years, so it was no surprise to me that he would be buried with military honors.
There is a beauty to it; a beauty that breaks your heart. As soon as the guns salute, the bugle plays, you feel it deep inside. The flag ceremony and presentation is somber. It seems like such a contradiction that such a beautiful day such sad activities were going on.
It was a beautiful service. I am honored to have been able to witness it. I won’t write too much more about that since I have posted my homage.
While we were there, my immediate family did stop at my Grandparent’s grave on my mother’s side. They are also buried there. We set off, and I found it right away.
Oh, my Grandmother. A complete force to be reckoned with. She taught me how to shuffle cards and play Boggle. I remember countless hours of just playing cards, or games of Boggle and her winning every single time. I asked her once, “Why won’t you let me win?”. She just looked at me and put down the cards. Her answer was this, “I won’t let you win. One day you will, and when that day comes it will be because you beat me and not because I handed it to you.” This, I still carry with me to this very day. If I want something, I will have to work for it. I did beat her one day and I was so proud of myself because she was untouchable at Rummy or Boggle. I can also still shuffle a mean deck of cards.
My Grandfather, well, he was also someone who taught me a lot of things. He taught me that very manly men could get very much into soap operas. Also, he introduced me to many of the wonders of the game shows. He loved word searches and crosswords, and though I never picked up the crosswords, I still enjoy word searches. He made dinner every night, and I remember many times of him helping me with my bike, teaching me to put my chain on.
When we were leaving, we saw one gravestone that had rocks on it, with a card tied around it. It was a windy day and the card was open. It said “Happy 55th anniversary, I love you.” My sister cried, and I held her. I understood, the overall emotion, the simple beauty of love that would have someone tying a card to a gravestone, because to them it isn’t just a gravestone. It is their love. It is their Uncle, it is their Grandparents.
Tonight, I will unwind after the rest of my day, which involved working. I had the perfect project for today though. It involved calling people and connecting. One woman made me cry (which wasn’t hard today) because she told me that I made the difference for her. I had an email in my mailbox from an agent who spoke to their Insured and they were so grateful that a large company could have so much compassion. Today was all about compassion, humanity, and understanding that we are all one.
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