A weekend at the beach? Another Federal Holiday? A Day of Remembrance?
Out here in west county people fly flags for every remembrance day. Memorial Day. 4th of July. Labor Day. Veterans Day. And more. One of the first things we bought was a flag. No more covenants telling me how or where I could put up a flag. Freedom.
Something our forefathers fought to preserve and protect.
My dad and my husband’s dad went to war in World War II and both came home, thankfully. Many, of course we know, didn’t. Even while grilling, or chilling, or sunbathing, I paused for that moment to remember those who served and didn’t come home.
It is still part of our heritage here. Having a nephew in the service. Two years ago, we celebrated when he graduated.
This summer he graduates from flight school and goes off to defend our country. As usual, I pray to keep him safe. Memorial Day means quite a bit to our family. Take time to thank those who serve us, for what they give, and the risks they take.
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