This long weekend is Memorial Day here in the States. It’s when we take time to remember the men and women that gave their lives so that we could be free. It’s also a time where families tend to the grave sites of their loved ones. So yesterday my husband and I took his aunt and uncle around to all his family plots. It was a daylong event, one you might think would be overwhelmingly sad. Instead it was a flower filled day, complete with family stories, laughter and memories. We were glad to be together, happy to remember those who weren’t there with us, to tell  familiar tales once again as we watered flowers, planted geraniums and in general just said “Hi!” to each and every one of them. 

Today I went to visit some of my own relatives in their final resting places. I visited my grandparents, and my uncles. I found all the cemeteries peaceful, beautiful places. I read many other headstones as I wandered, figuring out stories, wondering about lives.

It’s good to take the time to remember. And to say thanks.