my husband's older brother
This past few days Facebook has been full of posts reminding us what Memorial Day is really about. That it's not about cook-outs and fireworks, it's about remembering. Something that anyone who has ever lost someone to the service of our country is accutely aware of.
We remember every single day. We remember when we salute the flag, we remember when we hear of another young man or woman joining the service, we remember when famlies are welcoming their loved ones home, we remember when we sing the National Anthem. and we remember with an ache in the pit of our guts when we hear the 21-gun salute. Memorial Day parades are tough. In so many ways, it feels like just yesterday, and in so many ways it feels so long ago.
I've been grateful this year and last that my husband is spending this weekend with his other brothers and his brother Tom's son. We carry him always in our heart and memories.
I left this photo full size to make it easier to click and read.
I borrowed this one from book - it comes with this caption:
Caption from group "Marine Detachment, USS Enterprise CVN-65"
Tormanen giving Whitt a buzz cut with Sgt. Armstrong schooling Fortes, Regalado, Barf