The date of September 12th, is a hard date to face each year. It was the date that my father passed away on, and it was his birthday as well. A double whammy, as they say. I make it a habit to visit the cemetery each September 12, rain or shine and spent some time in mourning and pouring my heart and soul out to my late father. I always stop by the florist and pick up some nice flowers to place in the vase that they have provided for each of the graves.

There are several other friends and family members that are buried in the cemetery so while I’m there I stop by each one and pay my respects and it usually takes me several hours to get the whole deal done and over with. But I’m glad that I do it and plan on continuing as long as I’m on this earth.