Today I visited a sick friend then went to the cemetery (one of my favorite places) to visit my Dad and Mothers grave. As I drove up I got goose bumps, not because of the graveyard, but because of the row of huge American flags lining the drive. To my eyes, it was the prettiest thing I have seen in a long time. Of course being there, I was thinking of both of my parents – but mostly Dad.
This is a long weekend, one where the worker bees of the country take to the roads, drag out the lawn chairs and BBQ’s and celebrate.
Damn!!!! I got misty reading this. Did you write it without crying? If you did, I don’t know how. A great tribute to life and people and what they find in themselves to give all they have.
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