I'm not sure how old I was when I learned that Memorial Day was for remembering active service members who had died in war. (It wasn't mentioned in school since summer break started mid-May.) I thought it was a Day of Rememberance of anyone who had died. My grandparents certainly placed flowers on the graves of family members and old friends who I know weren't ever in the services. This morning Phil and I continued the rite as our grandparents had taught us by placing actual flowers out on family graves. Phil put a vase of cut lilac's from the farm on our grandparent's gravesite. They needed water - not a problem. Sixty years ago my grandfather had showed me where, amongst the gravestones, to find the water spigots. The arrangements all look nice and it's a feel good moment to remember the past. There is something to be said for ritual.
1 comment:
Beautiful flowers! Thank you for doing this every year.
cjb
Post a Comment