dave the baker
Sous Chef
Time goes on , pains soften or are forgotten. And then we are reminded of them all over again. Wednesday we go back east to inter my DW's mother and father's ashes near the remains of their infant son, in a small cemetary in Wisconsin. The interment will be on Saturday, which would have been their 67th. anniversery. They are going home. When I think of all the hardships they went through during all those years, our troubles don't seem so special or hard to bear.