Our Dad, a Naval World War II vet and hero, Father and Grandpop, died last night.
At eighty three, he fulfilled his life's mission with
seven daughters and one son.
A life always filled with spontaneity and unending work.
Dad wanted to be buried with full Navy Honors - a right
and privilege he richly deserved.
This morning our Dad was buried with full Navy Honors
and the flag draped over his coffin was given to his
oldest daughter to keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem