Every year my father and his veteran friends would head out to the local cemetery and place flags on the graves of fellow veterans pre-Memorial Day weekend. They would drive to smaller towns and do the same, honoring those men and women with that simple gesture. My brother assisted, but living further away, I never had that opportunity.
My family also placed wreaths on the graves of my ancestors, often with my brother and his wife having that duty. Then again, they would be responsible for taking them away after the Memorial weekend.
While melancholy could set in thinking about those beautiful traditions and wondering who continues them, I am buoyed by the recent meeting of a member of the future generation who I know will have that same respect in her genetic make-up. Obviously she will. She has amazing parents and grandparents, a perfect consanguineous blend of families. (Word of the day…too cool not to incorporate!)
Is this your niece?
No…just a pretty stock photo! My nieces are older. Like me!