Musings.

That’s what these little Sunday blogs are.  Musings.  Just musings.  I see something.  I hear something.  I read something.  The brain gently muses upon it and, hopefully, gives me something to write about.

For better or worse…..and I’m pretty sure it’s for worse…..so many things we are seeing, hearing and reading about right now are not particularly upbeat.   Some weeks, it’s hard to find a positive slant.  I hate that.

This week, Arlington National Cemetery has been in the forefront of the news.  And, as it happens, I have some personal…and very positive….. musings on that subject.

In 1985, the Mister’s father was buried at Arlington to honor his service in The United States Navy.  Later, his beloved wife’s ashes were laid to rest with him.  The family was there for each service and many family members have returned through the years to pay their respects.   The above picture is quite close to their shared gravesite.

I don’t like the word “AWESOME” but it truly befits a burial at Arlington.  You simply can’t avoid being  “awed” by the experience.  The sense of peace, honor, and respect is overwhelming.  To be there is to be changed.  Forever.

The Mister’s father was buried with his favorite pipe and a thimbleful of tobacco.  It’s been many years since he died but sometimes we wonder?  Could a little bit of that musky tobacco aroma still be there?  There are days when we sense a gentle whiff of it in the air.  And all the way down here to South Carolina to boot.  Who knows?

And that’s the musing for this Sunday.