Happy Memorial Day. Happy doesn't seem to fit that expression, but somewhere along the way, the idea of a holiday was supposed to be happy. I guess that's why the word is added. Yet, to so many on this day, "happy" is far-fetched expression and the last descriptive word one would use. Sure, Memorial Day usually marks the beginning of summer for many people. Most schools are out, and since there is a three-day weekend, why not celebrate with friends and family? It makes sense. But this morning, I ventured over to the VA where I saw the flagged marked graves, the marble headstones, and many others paying respects to those who fought bravely for our country. Somber is a more appropriate word. I drove onto Freedom Rd. over to section HH. I parked, grabbed my camera, and walked carefully to the back row under the tree. Row sixteen, spot twenty-five. There they were, my Pappy and Mimi, Ben and Ethel. The emotion flooded over me...
The best life has to offer.