On my side of the family, every year on Memorial Day we go visit my Uncle Chick's grave. He was my mother's brother, he served in the Vietnam war and died in action. There is always an overwhelming sense of respect and reverance that overcomes me when I think about those who have served and fought for our country. My mother has very fond memories of her brother and his particular kindness towards his little sister. I am so grateful for him. For his memory, his legacy, and his love for family and country. (For some reason I couldn't get this pic to flip)
When we went to visit Chick, I was touched by the sweet acts of my children. Cami wanted to come in a dress to show her respect. Alex knelt down by the grave, kissed his hand, and gentley touched the grave with his fingers. And Carson, well he kept squishing the little bugs that were crawling all over the gravestone. :) But those sweet guestures made my heart and eyes overflow. We said a prayer of thanks and love and then went to go find his flag. I never want this tradition to fade, because then we will never forget Charles Dee Green, and we will more fully remember those who have honorably served our country.
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