I visit my dad at Fort Logan National Cemetery as often as I can but it is the one during the holidays which is the most special. My dad loved Christmas more than any other holiday and that is when I miss him the most. I have no doubt the friends and families of those interred here miss their loved ones similarly.
As I wander rows upon rows of headstones, I am sad for the missed Christmases and the many other moments in life with an empty spot at the table. Visiting this hallowed ground can be hard but it is also therapeutic for me.
I took many pictures when I visited this past week but this one is by far my favorite. The sun bursting from behind the tree helped cast shadows, shadows that maybe remind us that while they are at this spot now, their shadow and spirit goes far beyond and is with us, always, no matter where we go.
Miss you, Pa!
