Memorial Day

My husband Bob wrote this yesterday and posted it on

Facebook. I moved me so much. I remember that

trip so well. The overwhelming sadness looking

across all those tombstones. I looked at it

through a mothers eyes. Those boys. The sacrifice.

The pride and sadness leaving me almost

breathless. I just stood among them saying

a prayer for them. To let them know,

no, they were not forgotten.

So here is what he wrote, and I think it says it all:

There are 2 holidays a year that mean the most

to me, no, not Christmas or my Birthday.

They are Memorial Day and Veterans Day.

Today is Memorial Day. A day set

aside to remember those who died

serving our country past and present.

A couple of years ago I went to the

American cemetery in Luxemburg.

It’s where General Patton is buried, along

with many of his troops

I was excited to go. It turned out to be

one of my most saddest days.

Overlooking THOUSANDS of headstones marking

the bullet ridden and blown up bodies,

of those who sacrificed their lives to keep us free.

It is only one, of many American cemeteries in

Europe. Tears flowed as I saw the names.

Up to then, they were “those who died in service” .

They never came home.

Please don’t treat this holiday as just another

3 day weekend. Take time to reflect.

Reflect on those who died in all our wars declared

or not. Do we deserve their sacrifice ?

Don’t take our freedom for granted.

Robert Tremberth