I am reading on my phone, and had to enlarge the text to be able to see it. The left side of the page was cut off, so I couldn't see who was saying what. Guess what? About half the time I knew who was commenting, just from the style and content! We are pretty predictable, I guess.
DH and I want to be cremated. He wants to be tossed into the Pacific in Crescent City where he grew up. I wanna be sprinkled in a National Park, there nobody will build a home on top of me.
I know its illegal, but it can be done very quietly.
Daddy is buried in a military cemetery in central Calif. I've never managed to get there to visit after the military service. I think about him several times a week tho. Especially when he drops pennies from heaven for me to find.