I was getting to a slow start this morning, having gone back to bed after helping get the kids to school. Then the slow cadence of a 21-gun salute coming from the east woke me, and I stopped feeling quite so bad for myself, my inadequacies, my impatience, my frustrations. Many were having a far worse start to their day, and someone’s day wasn’t starting at all.
I’d like to thank the U.S. military this morning for one hell of an alarm clock.
Yesterday while fiddling with Google Maps, the corner of Arlington Cemetery where my father’s remains rest caught the corner of my eye. The imagery is detailed enough to see the garden in the maze of the Columbarium where his ashes lie. I think I will visit soon.