Day of Remembrance and Peace

Many years ago my father took me with a tradition of bringing the level, peace in our relationship. My parents divorced when I was about ten years and my father moved south, away from me. In reality they are not often talk about how my parents had one of those horrible divorces. I could easily see half a dozen times before the university in Burlington, VT.

Needless to say we do not have much in common and to be honest, I considered myself a bit 'away from him as he left for a long timeBefore ... During college, he started trying to be a part of my life. He would give me with my friend, send money, and finally, cross-call more often.

A monument at the weekend asked me if I like the graves would be to do with him. Oddly, that was a place that both like to go - cemeteries. We wander around old cemeteries and reading headstones and admire the art of marble like working.

My father grew up in Middlebury, VT. Most of this side ofFamily still lives there and our relatives are buried in different cemeteries in the area. I accepted, I do not know what I'm first. I took the morning of Sunday, and saw in the back seat of all types of supplies - garden tools, cups, and to my surprise to see iced champagne.

We started talking about where we go first and my father began to tell. He loves to tell stories, but this time the stories of friends who had lost, wereVietnam, the uncle wounded in World War II and the scandalous adventures of my family I never knew. I laughed, laughed, and I really saw my father for the first time over the man who left.

He was sure, imperfect, but wanted. The attempt to become a family again. I first saw the young as it was when my parents were married, and I discovered that compassion was not there before.

At each grave, we have swept away the weeds and planted pansies and marigolds. We offered champagne toastfunny stories about the distant past. Quiet, not knowing when, a sweet peace to my father and my relationship had fallen.

I finally learned to love my father. I understand, was no longer deserted. I found my way back to him and this family through the memories and stories of the past for long. together on this day, we have found peace in pansies and laughter. This peace has made the difference and I am grateful.

Happy Memorial Day! Can find peace of us all.