This is my grandfather’s headstone. I visited it for the first (and only) time back in 2006. I was exactly seven months old when he died in a car crash so obviously I have no memory of him. :(
We are going to Marshall’s parents house for a cookout today. Cain will be leaving from there. He’ll be home for the summer on June 5, and that’s not soon enough as far as I’m concerned.
Have a beautiful Memorial Day. Don’t forget about the Moment of Remembrance, today at 3:00 p.m.
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty – they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, and the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the windowless Place of Rest. Earth may run red with other wars – they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead: cheers for the living; tears for the dead. ~Robert G. Ingersoll