Something to remember this weekend.
It was a beautiful crisp morning at Arlington Nation Cemetery about six years ago when we were visiting my father’s grave. Our youngest son, who was in the military, and his wife were with us. As we were walking toward another area we crossed paths with a young mother carrying her young daughter.
We overheard her whisper to her daughter, who we found out later had never met her father, “Let’s go see Daddy.” We were speechless by such a simple comment. We talked with the young mother walking with her to her husband’s grave. We hugged her. We cried with her. There wasn’t a dry eye among us. – Unforgettable.
On our next visit, she wasn’t there, but there were paper cut-out hearts and a toddler’s toys beneath his niche. The young mother will not let her daughter forget the father she never knew. – He is unforgettable.
Two years ago…
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Just saw this beautiful post at Michelle’s. A most worthy share. 🙂
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Hi Debby, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I love having Sally here. 🙂
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Love to see Sal making the rounds. 🙂
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Thanks.
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My honor and pleasure.
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Amy, thanks so much for sharing. Sometimes we forget and think the three day weekend is for picnics and parties. Love and hugs.
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Thanks, Michelle. The reason for the holiday does tend to get lost in the unofficial start of summer. It’s nice to be reminded of the reason for the day off.
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