Remembering Paul...

While Tom was up, we decided to go visit Paul's grave.  When he visited last time, we tried to visit his grave and could not find it.  This time, one of us had found it earlier this year...and we somberly visited.

Tom had a great idea to leave a die 20.  And then we were done.

It is very strange how death comes, we mourn, we grieve and then life goes on.  We remember the dead, we don't ever really stop missing them.  But yet, life moves you along and the all consuming grieving gives way to just a small throbbing in your heart...a place you hold dear and sometimes take the time to reflect on.

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. 
I am haunted by waters.” 
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

The flag is for his father, it is a family grave site.

The acorn was Willow's idea.

By the time I took these pictures, Willow was starting to just play around...I like the juxtaposition of life and death and reverence and irreverence here.