My Mom died in the winter of 2007 and her ashes were buried out here on the farm. The following spring, my Dad and I and my now ex-wife Jen planted a flowering dogwood tree over her grave-site. My Dad was quite moved and visited the tree frequently whenever he visited the farm.
Since we had goats, I put up a wire fence around the tree to protect it - goats will destroy trees by girdling them. One day, Jen was mowing the lawn, took down the fencing and left it down as she went in for the evening. The tree was destroyed by next morning. That was six years ago.
My Dad died in 2010 and I had never gotten around to burying his ashes.
I recently celebrated my 64th birthday and the staff from the store had a really nice party at the house here. Their present to me? Another flowering dogwood tree! Spent today cutting through the sod and digging down about three feet until I hit where my Mom was buried. I dug a space for my Dad's ashes and Lulu and I laid him to rest, filled up the hole and planted the dogwood over top.
Requiescat in pace - they were married for 62 years and now together for eternity.
