So many markers, row on row, in so many cemeteries around the world. And each grave marks a hole in the hearts of family and friends whose loved one was torn away from them. So many markers. So many more holes.
Who will you remember this Memorial Day?
My husband who made his transition more than 19 years ago. He was a WWII veteran who served in the Pacific, laying out the beaches before the invasions of those islands who’s names we still recognize today.
Thinking of you, Gerri, and wishing you a peaceful Memorial Day.
My Father died in the service of this country in 1956. I was 10. My Mother remained his widow for the rest of her life. Daddy served in WWII and Korea, following a tradition set by his own Father, who served in the Spanish-American War and WWI. I will honor and remember the lives and sacrifices of these men and others on both sides of my family as I place flowers on their graves and whisper, “Thank you. I love you. I miss you so much!”