about the meaning and seeing.
Every year on Memorial Day weekend my mom would put flowers on the graves of soldiers who had fought for us and were gone. Even when I was tiny,she would take me along to participate in this ritual, not that I understood what it was about. Never did she tell me about a single soldier only the story about soldiers fighting for freedom.
BigStock: Flowers and Cemetery
I’ve known people who have lived through war. I know people who have fought in them. I have heard true and personal stories of those who went to war and never came home.
At this moment I’m reminded of the flowers my mom would put on the soldiers’ graves, telling me “they fought for what we have now. The flowers say thank you and that we remember.”
None of the soldiers in the graves could see the flowers, but I could.
See the flowers and every other good free thing this weekend.
Remember the soldiers.
Value the freedom.