Today being Memorial Day, I thought it was the right day to share this moment with Grandma H.
A couple weeks ago, I asked Grandma H, “If you could go back to any time in your life and relive it, when would you go back to?”
She thought for a bit and replied, “I’d go back to when I was a little girl living on the farm with all my brothers and sisters and Mama and Papa.”
“Really?” I asked. She’d had to trek to the outhouse when she was a little girl. She shared a bed with her sisters.
“We didn’t have much, but we had each other. We were very happy.”
What went unsaid was that her brother Joseph was still alive. He died in World War II. And she still misses him.
Sometimes when we visit her parents’ graves, she talks about him. What a good man he was. How everyone loved him. What a loss it was to the entire family.
Today, it seems important to take a moment and think about those who have died for our freedoms. Those who have fought so that we might be safe. Those who gave everything and are no longer with us.
Happy Memorial Day.