Memorial Day

I normally have something to say about everything, but yesterday, my first Memorial Day home, leaves me speechless. So, I'll just share a note with you from a frequent visiter

I don’t think I’ve ever had a Memorial Day weekend like this one before. I’ve always done the right thing and lowered my flag to half-mast, I’ve always thought about the people who gave their lives for our freedoms. Like I said, Dad raised us right. But, I’ve never had such a hard time with my emotions. Every program on TV, every newspaper article I read, every story I heard in the news made me cry. I’ve been trying to figure out why. I think a lot of it has to do with Seth’s deployment later this year. . . . . . that’s my baby boy . . . . . . the one who brings me such joy and makes me laugh . . . . . . the one who hugs me and tells me he loves me when all he used to say when I told him I loved him was “okay” . . . . . . the one that I realize might not come back . . . . . . that really brings it all home. But, I think some of it is because of you. You put a face and a life to the soldiers. You made the Iraqi people just that . . . . . . real people. You told me what was really happening over there and didn’t sugar-coat anything . . . . . . you just told me the truth as you witnessed it. You shared your feelings and emotions about both the funny things and the heart-breaking things. You’ve made this war real for me .

Now I understand why Kleenex warnings are necessary!