A new flag waves in the breeze which symbolizes the service you gave to our country. It's Memorial day. . . . To me everyday is memorial day. I think of you everyday sometimes what seems like every minute. I get what Memorial day means but I guess I think it should be something we honor each day. It's sad to look around the cemetery now and see emptiness. Angels would adorne the headstones, rows of memories left by loved ones but no more. Our gifts we left for you gone. Not allowed. The girls are devestated to think they can't bring you things they find that remind them of you.
We decided to make our own memorial garden at home so the girls can keep things there for you. I want them to continue to heal and feel your love.