Thursday, May 20, 2010

Rest in Peace, Daddy

My Dad was buried yesterday. It was a beautiful service; very dignified, royal, succinct, yet powerful. My father, William, was an Air Force veteran; he serviced the aircraft.
To see the pomp and circumstance of the flag folding and presentation ceremony was spell binding. The regalia and the precision of it all left me awestruck.
The playing of TAPS brought tears to my eyes. It's such a mournful song that evokes so much emotion. When I hear it from now on it will have a special meaning in my heart.
I never saw the picture of him that was placed next to the urn. My sister, Tracy, provided it. But what a picture it was. Dad was happy, healthy, smiling, robust, handsome. He was my Dad. But he's at rest now.
His passing just confirms my, your, our, mortality. Each day is a gift and each day should be lived the best we can possibly live it. At least, we should try.
Rest in Peace, Poppa. Rest in Peace.
Life is good and it's going to get better.
Peace and Blessings.