We used to be one of those families that would drive out to the cemetery on Sunday afternoon after church service. I can remember chasing my sister around the cemetery slopes, slipping on the moist grass in my church shoes and getting bright green stains on my Sunday dress while my parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents sat around our family graves exchanging stories.
The bright afternoon sun, the way the wind whipped over the rounded hills of the cemetery, and hearing my family talk and laugh about our family who had passed… it’s one of those super calming childhood memories that I keep tucked away, and pull out on days like today. The remembering is important.
Today it feels good to remember all of the men, women and families who have sacrificed so much for our country. While thanking you may seem trite, I mean it from way down on the inside. Thank you.[adthrive_ad id='JoytheBaker_Below_Post_300x250' center='1']