(This post first appeared for Memorial Day 2015. I think it is worth a repeat)
Today for Memorial Day we honor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice while serving our country. As with many other holidays, the original/true meaning of the day has been overcome by the allure of sales, outdoor grilling, having a three day weekend off from work and celebrating the end of school. While I am there with you on the grilling and sometimes even the sales, the real meaning of the day is not lost on me one bit!
They did not die while serving our country but I have a grandfather, father, brother and nephew who are all buried in military cemeteries; my brother at Arlington National near a beautiful cherry tree. As I write this post I can see my father’s burial flag in it’s protective box as folded by those who were there to honor him at his burial. I was good until they played taps and then I lost it. I cried my heart out for my dad, brother and nephew (I was a baby when grandpa died) as we said goodbye to them but I cannot even begin to imagine the pain felt by those whose loved ones are M.I.A or were killed in action where they had to receive that knock on their door or that heart wrenching telegram.
Remember and honor those who gave their all and please do not forgot our veterans and those who are currently serving. Without them all…well you know.
(Here is a popular past post about Memorial Day. The blank headstone belongs to my parents; I didn’t want to share their names etc.)