Memorial Day Memory

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It was now a very long time ago. I could not have been older than 4 or 5. My parents took us on a day trip. I couldn’t tell you where it was or the name of the town. I simply remember the reverence with which my father held that trip.

I remember it being a town that harkened back to colonial times and that there was a cemetery there. My dad walked through the headstones stopping at the ones that bore an American Flag. He took the time to read the headstones of which the engravings were still legible. It was the quietest I can ever remember my dad being, as he was a great talker of many things.

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Being very young, I did not understand the significance of the flags or my dad taking that time at each headstone bearing one. Then he explained that these headstones were of those that fought in the Revolutionary War. They had fought and sacrificed their lives during the birth of this great country that we were blessed to live in. He shared, that though the war had been fought a very long time ago, because of what they sacrificed and why, they deserved to be remembered and honored.

My father instilled in me that day, and many times after, the love for this beautiful country that I get to live in with the freedom to be and do what I want. He further instilled in me the desire to honor those that have given all that they have to ensure the freedom of those they love as well as those they would never know.

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To all who have given everything they had to protect our country’s freedoms as well as to protect those around the world who could not protect themselves, you are remembered and revered. Thank you for all that you gave. Thank you also to those who carry the memory of family members, friends or brothers and sisters in arms. You ensure that they are never forgotten. Yours is an honorable task. They are grateful for it as are we.

Uvalde, Texas

This is not one of my typical articles. There won’t be any pretty pictures or flowery writing. This will just be straight from the heart.

To those who lost loved ones on Tuesday, May 24, 2022 at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas there are not enough thoughts, prayers, love, social media posts or anything else that will make any of this any better for you right now. We are going to send them anyway. It is all we can give in hopes that at some time in the future, it is going to give you the love, strength and courage to go on living and giving in this life. We do stand with you because there are not many that cannot imagine to some degree the suffering of loss. You are in my thoughts and prayers. I am sending you every ounce of love and support that I can find within myself. My heart as a mother is with you now and moving forward.

We are stunned. We are angry. We are lashing out and questioning “why”, “how”? We want answers. We want someone to blame. We want this to never happen again. These are all reasonable responses to what is happening in the world.

I invite all to share their feelings and thoughts on this tragedy and so many others like it. I don’t care if I don’t see it your way, you have a safe place to share and be supported in how this is affecting you. I don’t want to fight. Feel free to speak your piece here and now in the comments. It’s okay. I don’t have to understand. I won’t unfriend you and you don’t need to unfriend me. I know that we all cannot continue to walk around holding all this pain inside of us fearful of sparking yet another painful and possibly violent incident. So you go ahead and let it all go, right here, right now. I got you.

I don’t want to see this kind of tragedy play out even one more time. I know I may not get my wish on this right now. But I am willing to come to the table and do the work that moves us all in the best direction. I am not going to split hairs and give nasty, snarky quips about what or who kills. Guns in the wrong hands are dangerous. It is time to find away to have frank discussions and come up with answers that over time make our world a better place to live. We may not come up with perfect solutions, but we won’t come up with anything that serves the greater good of all if we don’t start talking and listening with each other.

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