“What do you want on the headstone?” The funeral director was going down a list of decisions we needed to make for my father’s funeral, and I thought I was doing fine until that one. As a veteran, my father had arranged to be buried with my mother at the National Cemetery in nearby Riverside, California. In fact, my parents had already made almost all the arrangements, so we didn’t have that much to decide. Except… “The National Cemetery only allows names, dates, and a twenty-two-character inscription.”
Seriously? We were supposed to sum up their lives in twenty-two characters (including spaces and punctuation)?
You have to understand. I have nine brothers and sisters. That means ten different opinions on what those twenty-two letters could contain. At first, we went for historical accuracy—“Those damn kids!”. Then a score card—“1 wife+10 kids=32 grands”. We tried channeling my mother’s… unique… humor—“OK boys, let her RIP”. We even thought about the texting approach—“(-<-) & shhh @ last”.
It wasn’t that we hadn’t thought about our parents’ legacy. In fact, just days before he died I read my Veterans Day blog post “Do You Know A Hero?” to my father. The last time I saw him smile was when I called him my hero.
With both Memorial Day and Father’s Day coming up for the first time without my parents, I was thinking about that grave and the beautiful cemetery around it. My brother just sent me a picture of the headstone, with the sedately accurate 22-character sum of their legacy “Welcomed Laughed Loved”. I pictured him there, surrounded by fellow veterans. This Memorial Day, I’m so grateful, once again, for my father and all those who answered their country’s call. And especially, I’d like to thank those who gave up their lives so that others could have their family members long enough to argue about those twenty-two letters.
So how do you say hero in twenty-two characters? In Riverside National Cemetery, it’s written two hundred thousand ways.
doriwalker said:
Beautiful. Like tweeting on a headstone.
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barbtaub said:
A really short tweet!
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Kassandra Lamb said:
I love what you finally came up with. Those three words say a lot.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks so much!
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cravesadventure said:
Beautiful 🙂 Happy Holiday Weekend!
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barbtaub said:
Hope your weekend is great. Any plans? Any sun?
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cravesadventure said:
We should have SUN and there will be FUN!!! Just wanting to chill and relax this weekend 🙂
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Danielle Lenee Davis said:
Barb, I had gushes of warmth wash over me when I read that. My father’s final resting place is in Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia. I still remember, and will never forget, when they played Taps.
Also, I don’t live far from Riverside, CA. I’m glad you had a chance to tell him that he was your hero.
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barbtaub said:
I miss both parents, but they gave us an amazing gift—we got to say our goodbyes without any regrets for things left unfinished. (Taps still makes me tear up though, and it probably always will.)
I almost wrote back when I saw you live nearby to say we should get together, but then I realized I don’t have a reason to go there anymore. So very odd…
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Medeia Sharif said:
A touching post. I’m glad I stopped by.
Thank you for visiting my blog.
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