Our Dad's cremains were buried yesterday morning at Violett Cemetery. It was a cold, crisp Saturday morning as all of our parents' descendants gathered for a brief yet dignified religious burial. After the final prayer, brother Paul helped the attendant lower the vault to its final resting place. Each of the eight grandchildren, their spouses/partners, and the two great-granddaughters dropped a beautiful white rose into the grave. We lingered, shared hugs, and repeatedly looked across the field at the house in which we were raised when our family first moved to Goshen. The rest of the day was to be long with two two-hour visitations punctuated by family meals. Long, but also peaceful and utterly supportive.
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