It is kind of an oxymoron because I cry every Memorial Day, and yesterday was really rough. The thing is, we should probably say “Have a Hope Filled and Peaceful Memorial Day” because even though we go through hell we have that peace that passes understanding due to faith in the all-knowing, all-loving, eternal One True God who orders us all home to Him at the right time. So we cry, as He cried, and we carry on with hope knowing that reunions are oh, so very, very wonderful.
I spent Saturday morning helping the Boy Scouts, Cub Scouts and Girls Scouts put flags on the graves at our military cemetery in North Phoenix. It did my hears so much good to see so many young people out there eagerly helping with that worthy task.
In April, I was at the Normandy American Cemetery in Normandy. They played taps, gave each couple a rose to put on a grave of our choosing. I was profoundly moved by the ceremony, and very impressed at the level of respect the young French people displayed. They have not forgotten.
You better believe I cried. A lot of people there did.