They shall grow not old

...as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

In memory of my father who was a proud soldier to the end.

This morning my sister and I attended the burying of the ashes of my father next to my mother's under this rose bush. They are together again in these beautiful gardens at Springvale Botanical Cemetery.
PS I just altered this entry to 23rd. Blip uploaded it to wrong date if anyone is confused.