Here is the cemetery in Salinas. This is where my Dad is, along with my paternal grandparents and John Steinbeck.
My Dad was an elementary school principal for over thirty years. He died of leukemia and we miss him terribly. I made a little bouquet for him from flowers gathered at my guild meeting.
My birth dad is dead too. He crashed his car in 1979. They scattered his ashes out a plane over the Monterey Bay.
My Mom has had a hard time without Roaul. I know that she is more lonely than she lets on to be. Li'l P. had fun in her backyard last weekend. My Dad always fought with my Mom about the backyard; he never thought it was important to have flowers. Now she grows lots.
My Dad's mother, Gertrude, said to him: "Give me my flowers when I am living."
I can see her point.