I forgot to mention this… but I think I talked about it once before in an entry.
My grandfather was away in the Air Force in WW2 when my dad was born. On his way home to see my dad, his plane hit a mountain over Northern Ireland and he was killed. So he never got to see or hold my dad. Until today. At least they’re together now.
Dad wanted to be cremated. We’re having a memorial service on Thursday at 10:30. When the weather gets better, we (and my grandma) are going to drive out to Marshall to spread his ashes over his dad’s grave – something he told my mom once that he wanted done when his time came.