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H’s uncle died this past weekend while we were in Washington; his funeral was today.  He was ninety-six years old and lived in New Zealand.  Because he had fought in World War II, he was on our minds quite a bit while we were exploring Arlington Cemetery and the numerous war memorials around the city.  The picture above was taken at the new World War II Memorial.  Even my niece remarked how soothing and reflective it was to be in the midst of this place.