Every Christmas Eve in Memory of my dad, Thomas Isaacson, we head to the cemetary to place a christmas wreath and candle on his grave. We clean off the plot and place the decorations. Then have a quiet moment of memories as "Oh Holy Night" plays on the iPod.
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This year as we were uncovering the grave, we found fully intact pictures of the
twins, Meghan and Mason. We informed dad that he received a special gift that day, a newborn grandson. Wouldn't he have been thrilled!