We are heading up to Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery a little early this morning. Hundreds of Michael’s co-workers are expected, and friends have already started arriving. I found a hat, which will make my skin doctor happy, and Margot will be here at nine. We will take the truck so I can selfishly haul my walker-with-a-seat along, and remember my camera. Bobbie wants pictures.
Michael will receive a 21 gun salute, a folded flag, and a few words from a pastor recommended by the folks at the cemetery. I just know that we will all cry when the honor guard hands the flag to Bobbie.