Last week I finally got to drive out to the cemetery and take Bill's tree. It was so beautiful, but sad, driving through the gate. For once, every grave had been visited, even though it was just for the wreaths that they place every year. We had a hard time finding a star for the top, but finally found a little red one. When we put out tree up at home we had forgotten that the start Bill and Dalotah would put on the tree was red also. Guess he wated a piece of home. I couldn't find anything that I wanted to put on his tree. I wanted to cover it with Harleys, Army Men and Dragons. I'm going to look and see what I find over the next year, so I can do it next Christmas. Until then, his decorations are all red, white and blue. Here's some pics. My oldest grand daughter Christina went with us that day. Makayla is the grand daughter that Bill and I had been raising and Dakotah, our baby. Bill and I didn't have kids together. I have 6, he has 4, so we had 10. You'd never know he was a stepdad/grandpa. They all loved him and miss him.