Dad has been gone for 25 years this summer, but the simple gravesite in this gorgeous setting still hold memories of the sweet little homestead near Farwell where Mom (D. 2015) and Dad spent final days together. Visited the historic Trysil cemetery yesterday and the trees have grown some, the blooms are out, and it still holds all its charm with the view over a quiet lake. It was a perfect June day, and you could barely see their old place through the greenery, flanked by six stout evergreens, representing, for me, their progeny.
A more peaceful site could not be found.
