Mount St Mary Cemetery

Beautiful. Peaceful. Bittersweet.
Remember and pray for the souls of those who passed.

Sorry you can’t read my Unilocal reviews anymore. Rest in Peace Dad. This one is for you.
Love,
Parker
See It Through
BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST
When you’re up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don’t let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!
Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you’re beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
See it through!
Rocky Balboa speech to his son:
Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! Now if you know what you’re worth then go out and get what you’re worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain’t you! You’re better than that.

My father was buried here 17 yeats ago. He use to travel pass this place on the No.17 bus when he goes to Flushing (Chinatown in Queens) He loves Flushing. and probably never had an idea that he’ll be buried there one day. I chose the lot, near the entrance right beside the office because of my mother… didn’t want her to walk far when she visits.
For the past 17 years I never fail to visit his grave mostly on Sundays after mass. The first year he passed… I was there almost everyday. I took it so hard, I felt that a part of me died too… It gave me a lot of comfort visiting his grave. .Made me feel good… Sometimes I would stay for hours just sitting there reading a book… I miss my father a lot. We were best friends… He use to pick me up from the subway everyday coming home from work… patiently waits for me in one corner. I use to play the piano and he would accompany me with his violin… that piano was untouched for years when he passed…
Gone are the days… but I have a lot of memories that will be with me forever… Last Sunday I placed a huge Christmas Wreath around his tombstone. .just as I do every year… He might be gone but not forgotten and will be in my heart forever…