Cemetary winds

there was a time when It botherd me to go there. whispering stone for caller beond as the wind did blow.45 knots or more. I stoded cross watching as my father lay to rest, its be a long time sence he had past, but his wife was tired of the mantal on the fire place. I gave him his flag and ciggerettes and then I filled the hole. ash to ashs dust to dust if the wiskey don’t get you the weman must !