This is a poem that my mom read when we buried dad’s ashes at the Rowley’s Bay cemetery. In this so certain falling of the year I fear a time to come when all I am will be a breath in every breeze that falls upon those now unborn whispering in an ear […]
This is the poem my mom read when we buried Grandma and Grandpa’s ashes at the Rowley’s Bay Cemetery. It is from mom’s book Pine Ridge Memories, and is based on her parents. Blanche Cushman Casey Her footsteps, smallest movements, sound too loud in the silent house. Searching for his presence, she finds faint […]
Last Wednesday we interred my dad’s and my grandma and grandpa Donahue’s ashes in the Rowley’s Bay Cemetery. It is a charming country cemetery run by the Liberty Grove Township. Mom and dad got the plot a while ago, and the stones have been waiting patiently. There is one stone for my parents and another […]
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