We went to a funeral today for my wife's cousin - a man only a few months younger than I. He was a wonderful person, a real mensch, dearly beloved by his children, grandchildren, and all who knew him. He was a military veteran, and at his grave site there was a military ceremony, and a presentation to his son, who is in the navy, of the flag used as a shroud on his casket. It was a deeply emotional moment, and my eyes are tearing up again as I write these words.
I dedicate this haiku to his memory.
R.I.P. Larry. I wish I had known you longer and better.
on life's long hard caravan