We were so glad that the weather was good
when we visited my father's grave last Feb. 11.
The sun was shining so bright on a BLUE sky when it just rain the other day.
I was glad mom wore the RED scarf we gave her
when hubby visited India.
We had ordered flowers for Papa and then I remember the poem I wrote for him.
Reading it again made me miss him more...
...and the serenity of the place made me long for him even more.
Back home, we pay tribute to the man who made us who we are now!
We love you, Papa! And we miss you.
May you rest in peace.