memorial day

Walking thru all the white crosses   I feel my knees begin to shake   walking and holding the hand of our son, he is 3 yrs.  old now  ,  stopping front of  bright white  cross  it has you name on it    I slowly  kneel down in front  of your grave ,  our son looks  at me and askes  momma  why  did we stop here ? I want to see my daddy   you told me I could, I slowly pull your framed picture from my bag and place it against you cross.  Our son looks and doesn’t understand that this is where you sleep for eternity.  I brought him here for a special reason, I say son   this is where your daddy is now.  he went to defend you and me and our country from bad people and on this day we honor his life   and today is special son, see I got  this medal   from the  navy   a few days  ago   and they included   request from  him   and on this day  I honor  that  request .   you see daddy wanted to see you wear his purple heart and today I pin it on you with pride   hope that you will understand that this represents that your daddy was a hero.   I pinned it on my sons suit jacket with trembling hands and tears in my eyes, when I finished I heard behind me some say hand salute to my surprise a group of soldiers   had heard and gather behind us   they saluted my husband and our son and they all shook his little hand he was smiling so proud one of the men happened to be a sailor and he gave my son a white sailor hat   and said son your dad was my friend and I will never forget him.   son if you ever need me don’t be afraid to call me.  with that they all marched away I was crying and smiling    all at once.  On this day we remember the ones that gave their lives for us.  I hope this little story helps us remember the ones that gave it all.  and keep the ones still here in our hearts.