Frank Glick was driving to work, early one morning when he caught sight of this Bald Eagle perched on a tombstone in this Minnesota graveyard. I just saw this today but many people saw it yesterday, Memorial Day. Very poignant . . . .The widow of the man buried under that stone said that they had been photographers of eagles, too.
I have quite a few relatives in that cemetery, the National Cemetery, Richfield Minnesota, a cemetery for the military and their spouses. There’s very few funerals take place there in good weather without eagles flying up from the Mississippi River bottoms, almost as a salute to the deceased. Combine the Honor Guard, the folding of the Flag, and the eagles, nobody walks away without wet eyes and lumps in their throats.
Oh I have goosebumps! Thank you for sharing!
What an interesting picture and comment about being photographers of eagles. Thanks for sharing this. And I’m really touched by the comment from Don Ostertag above. Very moving.
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