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Marvin Raymond Hyatt
Feb. 11th, 2011 12:36 pmHere is the obituary for my grandfather:
http://www.obitmichigan.com/Obituary/6879/Marvin-Hyatt
They misspelled my Great-grandmother's last name. It's Dougherty. Not Doughery. Phillip Dougherty, Edward's right hand man in Strange Weather is named for that side of the family and for a man I worked with at PG&E a million years ago who was a special forces instructor, semi-retired/reserve. That's the Irish there. Just a piece of writer trivia for you, to give you an idea of where I find names sometimes.
It's barely a thumbnail of his life.
But what broke me when I read it this morning was the notification that he was to be buried with full military honors.
As I told Ree, there are things about my country that break my heart or madden me. And then there are things like this. That no matter when they fall, we remember our soldiers and their service, even the meekest and the non-combatant. We send them on with honor and solemnity.
It is no small thing.
Tomorrow night, I fly, my go bag full of camera gear, computer, phone and log books. My clothes will take the least amount of room.
When I am there, I am hoping to take portraits of my family.
I don't know any other way to be now. The camera and the computer are my solace. I hope to share some of it with my loved ones.
http://www.obitmichigan.com/Obituary/6879/Marvin-Hyatt
They misspelled my Great-grandmother's last name. It's Dougherty. Not Doughery. Phillip Dougherty, Edward's right hand man in Strange Weather is named for that side of the family and for a man I worked with at PG&E a million years ago who was a special forces instructor, semi-retired/reserve. That's the Irish there. Just a piece of writer trivia for you, to give you an idea of where I find names sometimes.
It's barely a thumbnail of his life.
But what broke me when I read it this morning was the notification that he was to be buried with full military honors.
As I told Ree, there are things about my country that break my heart or madden me. And then there are things like this. That no matter when they fall, we remember our soldiers and their service, even the meekest and the non-combatant. We send them on with honor and solemnity.
It is no small thing.
Tomorrow night, I fly, my go bag full of camera gear, computer, phone and log books. My clothes will take the least amount of room.
When I am there, I am hoping to take portraits of my family.
I don't know any other way to be now. The camera and the computer are my solace. I hope to share some of it with my loved ones.
