Closure, Dad is now in his final resting place after an emotional ceremony honoring his service to God, his family and our country. He served in WWII and Korea as a US Marine and earned medals so he was entitled to be buried at Arlington National Cemetery, which we did yesterday. The Marine honor guard is amazing, their precision and respect is something to behold, especially when you are the recipient of their ministry (if you can call it that). We had a brief Mass for Dad at the chapel then a ceremony at the gravesite with the official flag folding, rifle salute, bugle playing taps and the presentation of the flag to Mom. The rain held off until it was over then the sky opened up and we had a huge downpour with lightning and thunder. I can’t explain it; I have been a pacifist all my life and although I have always been proud of my Dad’s service to our country (it all happened before I was born and he didn’t talk about it other than to express the pride he felt to have been a Marine) I am relieved and comforted to know that his grave is here among all those he was so proud to serve with. Why is this not in conflict with my strong antiwar feelings? Why am I comforted that he is buried here, yet am so upset with the recent war situation? I don’t know; it’s complicated, and if I have learned nothing else as I age, I have learned that things are rarely clear in the moment. Clarity comes with reflection and the passage of time.