Last year on November 17, my family and I laid my grandpa “Don” to rest at Ft. Snelling Cemetery in Minneapolis, Minnesota – the same city he came into the world in back in 1921.
I had never been to a national graveyard before and to say it was overwhelming would be an understatement.
The graves seemed to be never-ending, and blanket of snow that welcomed us on arrival gave the illusion that maybe they never did.




