Dad's Memorial Slide Show

http://vimeo.com/10453078
On the far right corner of the slide show, there is a little symbol with four arrows, click on that to watch it in full view.

Dedicating Dad's Grave

When we had Dad's funeral on 3/16/10, we were not allowed to go to the grave site. My brother Brett had to dedicate the grave where the service had taken place. Grandpa Layton advised that Brett rededicate Dad's site when we went back to see Dad's spot two days later. Brett, you did a wonderful job, Dad would be proud of you.

Notes to Papa

One of Dad's co-workers brought balloons for the grandchildren to write notes to Papa and release them up to heaven after Dad's memorial service. I'm sure Papa enjoyed reading the notes as much as the kids enjoyed sending them to him. I think we may have to make a tradition out of this.

Dad's Military Funeral

Kenneth James Childs military funeral at

Tahoma National Cemetery 3/16/2010 - Kent, WA.

The following poem was read during Dad's service....

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
by Mary Frye

My brother Brett dedicating the grave.

Trevor and Jacob inspecting where the guns were shooting.

All the family that were in attendance for Dad's funeral.

From far left - Scott, Kelsey, Emily, Aunt Jan (Dad's sister) Mom, Brett, Mike, Jamie, cousin Marshall, Grandpa Layton,

Front row - Trevor, Jacob, Aunt Deidre

In Loving Memory of Dad

Kenneth James Childs

8/3/1945-3/10/2010

Afterglow

by Helen Lowrie Marshall

I'd like the memory of me

to be a happy one.

I'd like to leave an afterglow

of smiles when life is done.

I'd like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing times

and bright and sunny days.

I'd like the tears of those who grieve,

to dry before the sun,

Of happy memories that I leave

when life is done.

Dad, we will miss you until we meet again.

We love you.....