I can’t find the words this Memorial Day.

Back home the men in my family would go to the cemetery and decorate the graves of our brave veterans.  Watching them leave, crammed in a truck with hundreds of little American flags was an important part of my childhood- a great reminder of the reason why were enjoying freedom that day, and every day.

Then, veterans were the old guys around town.  Both of my grandfathers were veterans.  At the American Legion, it was mostly old guys.  I wondered what it was like to live during a time of war.  I hoped I never found out.

But life changes and unfortunately we all experienced a piece of that life, to varying degrees.  Living in a heavy military area now, it gets me all choked up to think about it the sacrifices that men and women my and (and even younger) have made for our country… for us… for me.

Thank you.

Words are never enough, but thank you.

Thank you for keeping America safe.  Thank you for keeping this country a place where I’m safe to live, love my husband, and raise my daughter.

And especially on this Memorial Day, to those who lost someone in war… thank you.  Thank you for their sacrifice and for living without someone so the rest of us can enjoy this amazing freedom.  I wish like anything it didn’t have to be this way, but I’m so thankful.