Sunday, August 12, 2012

Dad's Home

We took Dad's ashes to New Mexico, to be interred at the Santa Fe National Cemetery. It was a clear day, blue sky, puffy white clouds, and just enough breeze to keep us from noticing the unusually high temperature. In attendance: His wife, two of my Dad's sisters, myself, my husband and two kids. The Honor Guard stood on either side of him and after we had spoken some words, they opened the flag and then folded it again, in a triangle and presented it to his wife. She then gave it to me. I put a photograph of my Dad, in his military uniform, into the box that held his ashes.

We went to lunch to wait for them to finish the burial and then visited the site. My daughter gathered some wildflowers to place on the grave. He would have liked that so much more than a florist arrangement.

Dad wanted to be buried in Santa Fe, because he lived there a long time, and from the moment he arrived there, he'd felt it was the home of his heart. He traveled extensively throughout the world, and lived in many places, but no place did he feel more "at home" than New Mexico.  I love New Mexico too, and will probably visit this gravesite many times, when we travel there. I know he's with God, but am comforted to know that his remains are exactly where he asked for them to be, now.


  1. Gorgeous pictures! I am really glad you were able to lay your dad in a place that gives you both peace.

  2. Jeanne, you and I have been going through similar things. My dad died in October just 8 days after being diagnosed with 3 tumors of which one was massive, on the left side of his brain. They could not believe that he was still walking, talking, and driving up until we found the tumors. What a week! I still miss him so much. My prayers are wirh you as you travel this road. Glad that his ashes are at rest where he wished! Hang tough girl! ! I feel your pain...

  3. I'm so sorry for your loss, Wanda. It's by far the toughest thing I've ever experienced. Not a peaceful road for anyone.

    It's tough learning to live without them.