Such a gorgeous place, Ramona. I spent time in the Porkies a few years ago and didn't realize until then how unbelievably magical that area is. How wonderful for you that you grew up there and spent so much special time with your husband there, too.
I am still as sorry for your loss as the day you first shared about it here. I choke up looking at the USMC flag and grave marker. It seems you and your family gave him a lovely send-off. Take good care of yourself in these days following -- grief is exhausting and it's okay to be wherever you're at, feeling whatever you're feeling.
What a beautiful remembrance. Thank you so much for sharing it! It was lovely to read and wonderful to know that you had such a special day with your family.
I recently visited our old home in Olympia, WA. I took a walk in the nearby woods, left a a memento of Dan, and brough one back. The woods were exactly the same - they had not changed - other than growing. I don't know exactly why that was important to me, but it was. Maybe it was a reminder that some things don't change and that as you say "our love is breathing still." . . . or maybe even growing, too, in different ways.
My father-in-law died in March 2020, just a month before his last grandchild, my youngest and his namesake, was born. It was at the beginning of COVID, so no one knew anything. We couldn’t do an indoor service, we were limited to graveside. We couldn’t have the whole family there, we were limited to 20 people. He didn’t get his military burial, and a huge number of friends and family members still haven’t been able to say a proper goodbye.
But at least he’s here in town, and I can take the kids - even the baby, who’s now 2.5 - to see him. The cemetery places flags on veterans’ graves each Memorial Day and he has his granite stone and the military marker now. Such a hard time to remember.
Wishing you peace and love as you move onto this next phase of grief. 💖
What a great tribute, to a person and a place. When I lived in Minneapolis, I would get up to northern Wisconsin as often as possible, and sometimes into the UP. I want to visit again. I hope you are doing well.
I'm so very sorry for your loss, Ramona. This is so beautifully written. Thank you, thank you for sharing this with us.
Such a gorgeous place, Ramona. I spent time in the Porkies a few years ago and didn't realize until then how unbelievably magical that area is. How wonderful for you that you grew up there and spent so much special time with your husband there, too.
I am still as sorry for your loss as the day you first shared about it here. I choke up looking at the USMC flag and grave marker. It seems you and your family gave him a lovely send-off. Take good care of yourself in these days following -- grief is exhausting and it's okay to be wherever you're at, feeling whatever you're feeling.
What a beautiful remembrance. Thank you so much for sharing it! It was lovely to read and wonderful to know that you had such a special day with your family.
I recently visited our old home in Olympia, WA. I took a walk in the nearby woods, left a a memento of Dan, and brough one back. The woods were exactly the same - they had not changed - other than growing. I don't know exactly why that was important to me, but it was. Maybe it was a reminder that some things don't change and that as you say "our love is breathing still." . . . or maybe even growing, too, in different ways.
Lovely words. And what a beautiful setting...
What a loving story. You’ve got me in tears.
My father-in-law died in March 2020, just a month before his last grandchild, my youngest and his namesake, was born. It was at the beginning of COVID, so no one knew anything. We couldn’t do an indoor service, we were limited to graveside. We couldn’t have the whole family there, we were limited to 20 people. He didn’t get his military burial, and a huge number of friends and family members still haven’t been able to say a proper goodbye.
But at least he’s here in town, and I can take the kids - even the baby, who’s now 2.5 - to see him. The cemetery places flags on veterans’ graves each Memorial Day and he has his granite stone and the military marker now. Such a hard time to remember.
Wishing you peace and love as you move onto this next phase of grief. 💖
What a great tribute, to a person and a place. When I lived in Minneapolis, I would get up to northern Wisconsin as often as possible, and sometimes into the UP. I want to visit again. I hope you are doing well.
I am crying. and appreciate that Ed has touched my heart. And yes: Our love is breathing still and your beautifully written story keeps it alive.
Technical issue, when I clicked on the link to The Keweenaw Peninsula, my antivirus said it was infected with something and got me out of there.