Today I went to the Cemetery where my father in law lays and Larry’s brother in law is as well. I love how quiet the cemetery is. People who come are quiet as well. It’s a very peaceful place. My father in law when he was alive he loved views so his grave overlooks the cemetery. He has a headstone with the verse Wings on Eagles. I had forgotten how much he loved Bald Eagles. They are very significant in my life as well. He had a huge leather bald eagle in his home, and these bald eagles outside that when the wind blew their legs moved.
I didn’t realize until he died how significant they were to him. He was an amazing man and had the most powerful testimony of how God looked after him and his family as they fled from Poland. For his 50th wedding anniversary I made a photo album of him and his wife growing up. I interviewed their families and I got to know both of my in laws really well. I still my mother in law.
As I walked through the cemetery through the misting rain remembering the days when Eugene was alive. He was fun and he was always so caring and he would teach me about a lesson or something that was important to him. I learned a lot of valuable things from him. I’m sure he’s in heaven playing cards games with his siblings, my dad and those who loved him.
I thought about all the other people buried in there what their lives where like. Who they were. There’s a lot of history in that cemetery.
I walked up the hill and down the pathway to where Larry’s brother in law is and found his wooded place his ashes were. Graydon loved the woods. It was quite overgrown because his wife my sister in law no longer lives in our city. It was hard to find. He was an amazing man that I had the privilege of knowing him. Graydon loved to whistle. He was always striking up some tune. He loved a good debate and often was in one. He loved his family so much and I still pass the home where he brought up his family. He is missed so much as well.
I found much peace at the cemetery today. It’s a beautiful place to think and remember those we have lost. Even in the Misty rain it’s beautiful.
Beauty from Ashes. 