Imagine my sister in-law Eliza’s shock as she was changing her son’s dirty diaper and this group of men barged in the door. I am sure they were as overwhelmed with the smell as she was with surprise. She began to apologize to them and one said, “Really, I think you were here first, no worries.” She quickly picked up the baby and headed into the safety of our room.
The Sterling Cemetery is at the intersection of Cascades Blvd and Church Rd. Rick’s plot is at the top of the hill under a dogwood tree; a tree that was in bloom on that particular day. I’m so glad that I picked that spot. For years I have driven by with the boys in my van and yelled, “Hi Daddy, We miss you!”or “They’re rotten kids, Ricky; they’re driving me crazy. How could you have left me alone with them? We love you!”