I'm not sure where the tradition of going to visit ALL graves came about but I have mixed feelings about it. I've always thought memorial day is a day to remember the ones who have fought and died for our freedoms, like these small little reminders below. Deep down I wish I was only visiting those graves and not ALL graves.
This post is partially a salute to all the men, women, and families that have given up everything so I could be free and partially the sadness at the thought of visiting my sweet little Lucas. I'm selfish what can I say. My heart breaks at the thought of going there. I think about the little guy all the time. I think about how old he would be what he would be doing and the happiness and joy I know he would be bringing to our family. I get the "realness" that he's not here, but there is something about going to his grave that makes it all "too real". When I'm there I just want to scoop him up and hold him, tell him that I love him and wish he was here. I want him to know I haven't forgotten about him even when life gets crazy and it seems like I have.
This weekend I will have a swirl of emotions, most of them being sad. I know I will see him one day and that helps, but I miss him and wish he was here.
It is the
VETERAN,
not the preacher,
who has given us freedom of religion.
It is
the VETERAN,
not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.
It is
the VETERAN,
not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.
It is
the VETERAN,
not the campus organizer,
who has given us freedom to assemble.
It is
the VETERAN,
not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is
the VETERAN,
not the politician,
Who has given us the right to vote.
It is the
VETERAN who
salutes the Flag.
Thank you to the men, women, and families that have given everything so that my family and I have the freedoms we do!
