Joe's dad passed away in 2000 and is buried in a small, country cemetery in
Cedar Bluffs, Nebraska. It's very small and surrounded by cornfields.
We counted 39 "Krause" headstones there. We made a trip up there on a lovely
Sunday afternoon. Nobody else was there and it was very peaceful.
Jonathan, at age six, made the small metal cross......and it's still there!
Our family tradition is also to go by the high school football field where
Joe's dad played many years ago.
They have a WW 2 tank on display, which ALL of our children have had
fun climbing on over the years!
Joe's maternal grandparents are buried in the small town of Wymore, where
his mom grew up. There are many Boettchers throughout that small
cemetery. We have purchased a plot for his mom's ashes, right next to her grandparents
and parents.
Life is fleeting and death comes to everyone. That becomes very apparent
when you walk through a cemetery.
Psalm 90:10
The days of our lives are seventy years;
And if by reason of strength they are eighty years,
Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow;
For it is soon cut off and we fly away.
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