There we were at the cemetery paying tribute to our fallen service men and women — the soldiers, the sailors, the marines, and the airmen. It was a beautiful, sunny, warm day with a slight breeze. There were large flags on the streets as we drove in.
As we visited the grave of a relative, we saw that the graves of the veterans, including our relative, were all decked out with flags flying in the gentle breeze. There were flowers on most of the graves which were also blowing in the wind.
We put an artificial bouquet consisting of red, white and blue flowers with 2 or 3 tiny flags on the grave. We paused, and with silent prayers and thanks, we gave thought to those who have gone before us.
I have always thought of a cemetery as a peaceful and somewhat friendly place, even when I would visit the graves of relatives with my mother when I was a child.
May 30, 2011