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Today I will be escorting my mother(Gramma) to the Ohio Western Reserve National Cemetery near Rittman Ohio for our annual recognition ceremony of those veterans who sacrificed for our country and for all those who served our nation in the military. My father passed away on April 6th, 2007. He was 88 years old. He had served in the Army Air Corps in WWII was shot down and held in a POW camp for two years. His health was affected in many and various ways all the remainder of his life. Perhaps the most devastating one being the traumatic horrors of being a prisoner in a Nazi prison(stalag) camp(mental).
Today, with my Mom, I salute him and pray for the advancement and peace of his eternal spirit.
We will place flowers on his site along with thousands of others who do the same for their loved ones.

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Once upon a time I never thought much about death or dying. Now I think over its ramifications and outer meanings, if there is such a thing, and swim among the shallow masses of ferns and mosses. There amid its underbrush I see no more than anyone else around its corners or through its dense shadows. I know I don't relish death, nor do I want to be alone when I do die. As Mommy died she had her family caring for her and telling her they loved her. I cannot help but think I will be discovered dead somewhere, in the future, anywhere,alone. Mommy seemed to have it all planned. Maybe because she knew her cancer would take her life in the near future, she was able to live in a manner that would get it all together. Maybe because her children were the center of her life they were there when she needed them to help her die. She even took care of me in her dying. So here am I. So where am I? So what? Maybe I can still be discovered before I die.

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