On September 14th, my mother and I visited my brothers grave at Willamette National Cemetery. My father had been up on the 13th to set out some flowers, a picture, a flag, and a bottle of Mt. Dew. It is hard to believe that it has been close to a year since my brother died. He was alive a year ago today, on the 25th of Sept., I won't be able to say it.It was the first time my mother had been able to see the headstone, so it was good for her to see it up close and spend some time talking to him while I arranged the roses and carnations we brought. Christians grave is easy to find. It is by the flag memorial and is the grave with all the color.



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