There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark



Saturday, August 27, 2016

The Ceremony

Gil buried his dad yesterday. He made this collage and displayed it at the ceremony. Obviously he sent me a picture of it. Looking at this photo array brought back a lot of memories. I have had some strange feelings since Bob passed....I told Gil to tell his dad goodbye for me and that I tried to love him forever....twice...but just couldn't. I took some of these pictures, the earliest one is Bob sitting on stairs that went up to his mother's apartment. This was in 1968 when I first met him. There is a photo of an older man with a woman wearing dark glasses. That was Bob now with his Aunt Velia. Gil said there were about 50 people that showed up to the ceremony including Bob's 91 year old father......Grandpa Richard. He was a prisoner of war during WWII. He is a kind, gentle soul and has buried three of his four children. Much of the family asked about me...I remember all of them. Sad situation all around. Sad for Gil, Bob's father, just sad.