A gal at church asked me how I feel about Memorial Day coming up earmarking the first year of my husband’s death. “Oh, I don’t know how I’ll feel,” I responded. Grief is funny that way. It’s hard to predict with its pattern of strong days vs. fragile days, but I felt touched by her concern. In fact, my take-a-way of this past year, when I think about it, is feeling deeply loved. Family and friends have been so encouraging.
The kids and I continue to carry on their father’s passionate legacy of love of God, country and family. Our flag waves tall in our front yard with colorful flowers planted beneath it just as he designed. He feels near. Happy Memorial Day, dear ones, and stay safe this weekend. May we always remember those who gave their lives for our freedom in this great country.