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As I write this - they are covering my father’s earthly remains. Now for the two-point-five hour ride back to the church.

It was windy in Pompano, FL - good thing as it was got yet comfortable.

Being a veteran of World War II, my father was afforded a small detail to play taps, fold the flag and present it to my mother - after one last chorus of Christos Anesti before the priest performed the traditional burial service.

I was happy to be afforded a minute or two to talk to the Navy detail and describe for them my father’s service record. It seems the detail appreciated that as well - as I can only speculate that they are burying so many veterans so frequently these days.

I’m so glad my mother selected a wood coffin …
coincidentally enough smelled and colored with the same stain my dad issed so many times when fiddling with furniture work in the basement workshop.

The chatter in the automobile is about relatives from the old country - so many whom came from Greece, through Ellis Island, and into productive lives and fruitful families.

I will blog once more about my experiences today - but I am exhausted - as are both my brothers whom are snoozing, snoringly next to me.

Again, thanks for the prayers and encourgement of so many of you.

I appreciate tbem more than words can describe.

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