It was rainy, overcast and late in the day and had lightning.
Very long story, finally found the my fifth uncle that my son wanted to see where the "family" was buried, along with his grandfather and grandmother (we spent some time looking for all the gravesites ).
After we said our prayers at my uncles gravesite (last visit), I was ready to get to run back to the car).
Son told me you go back dad to the car, I've got something to do (keep in mind, it was raining and I was the old guy with the umbrella because I didn't want to get wet).
I was kind of flipping out in my mind on why he wouldn't come back to the car with me.
Turn around and this is what I see.
He comes back to the car and he apologizes to me because he saw a couple flags down, and he wanted to plant them properly.
Reality is I was such in a rush that I didn't even notice them.
I told him it was no problem waiting for him and I couldn't have been more proud of him for doing what he did (let along feeling like a heel myself).
Like I said, long story. Originally he was in his dress blues for pictures with his relatives at their gravesites, but met a cousin later for dinner around the cemetery and hit the cemetery on the way back to the hotel and thought we'd try to find it one more time which we did.
My wife and I want our ashes spread out. For now, my son has told me he wants to be where his gramps is (he never met my mother, but knew his gramps loved her dearly).
