My Father died last year. I was going to visit his grave this day, but my brother told me he had been there and the grave was overgrown with weeds, mucky and wet, and to top it off most of the grass was gone or dead. Wow, I didn’t expect that. The grave is supposed to bring back good memories.

Like “we have not yet begun to fight.” Or “I regret that I have only one life to give for my country.” Or “Remember the Alamo.” My Dad served in World War II in the Army Air Corps. He was always a patriot.

Here are some thoughts about memories:

“Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignigicance from the door.” –Saul Bellow

“Recall it as often as you wish, a happy memory never wears out.” –Libbie Fudim

“The best thing you can give your children, next to good habits, are good memories.” –Sydney J. Harris

“Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.” –Robert Louis Stevenson