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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...

Sunday mornings aren't very easy when you have to get a small child ready for church.   Just sayin'... This Sunday afternoon was pretty easy, though.  We enjoyed a visit with Great-Grandpa Wallace who could use a few prayers if you have any to spare.  When I was little, I didn't stay much with him and my Mammaw Pearl.  I was supposed to stay the night once, but I secretly called my mom to come get me.  I do, however, remember walking Circle Dr. with Papaw.  Today was not like it used to be, though.  Papaw became so short of breath just walking a few doors down the hallway.  After a few breaks, he was finally weighed, which he wondered why the nurse couldn't do that some other time, and was able to get back to his chair and take a much needed breathing treatment.  He said he felt better, but he certainly didn't look like he did.  Papaw struggled trying to remember things, too.  Usually, he is sharp as a tack.  Perhaps today ju...