Cemetaries come alive (pun intended) on Memorial day. I love to see the flags by each veteran's grave. At the little cemetary where so many of my family is buried is the grave of Brady Howell, who was killed in the Pentagon on September, 11, 2010. I always show my kids and tell them his story. They always try to play with the little Star Wars figures that have been on his headstone for years. Darth Vadar and Luke.
This Memorial Day was special because our little nephew, baby Toby, and my Uncle Stephen passed away earlier this year. They're both buried in that little Sugar City cemetary. Annie talks to Toby when we visit. She also set a row of pinecones across Uncle Stephen's headstone. The humor in our day came from my parents. They have plots next to baby Toby, so they laid down beside him to give us a foreshadowing of things to come. A little morbid? Perhaps, but we had a good laugh.
I'm thankful for the lives and stories and remembering that come on Memorial Day. I love sharing these moments with my kids. I hope they take it all in so gradually, over the years, it will make an impression on them. And one day, they'll do the same with their children.
4 comments:
Your parents kill me (pun intended)!!
I love your parents! They look a little older but exactly the same.
Tears and laughter--great combination!
Thanks for visiting our Toby--that means a lot to us.
And thanks to mom and dad for a dose of the best medicine--too funny!!
I went to the cemetery today to see that little angel grave, his name Tobia. I thought about eternity and the plan of salvation. Then I came back later on that same day with Mom and Dad Moss, it was a unique experience, they showed me where they are going to be, I asked mom what kind of flowers did she want, she said: whatever is on that season. I felt like if I was on sacred ground. We love you Tobby!
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