Flags & Crosses

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Avenue of Flags | Mulvane Cemetery, Mulvane, Kansas | Memorial Day 2015

 

Much more than just three colors representing our country are waving on hundreds of graves in my hometown this weekend.

The tiny flags that adorn the graves of deceased veterans are not just there to be there as decoration; they represent a service to our country that I, as a civilian, can never ever understand.

I am reminded each year this time.

Flags and crosses.

A veteran leaves an impact on those who are still here when they are gone,  most specifically their family.

It is not barbecues and swimming for all. It is remembering the service, the honor and the sacrifices those men and women made, the loved ones of many.

Flags and crosses.

 

 

Almost 6 Months

It604121_10204584425322980_2145604036765980917_n‘s May 24.  As far as I am aware, there is nothing special about May 24.

It has been almost half a year since my dad died.

It has been almost half a year since I had to plan another funeral.

It has been almost half a year since I had to call all of my distant family and friends to tell them, my father had joined my mother.

It has been almost half a year since I had to make the call to county dispatch for a welfare check that ended with a broken door and a call to the mortuary.

It has been almost half a year since I had to sit down with my dad’s best friend and tell him that his Ronnie was gone.

It has been almost half a year.

It doesn’t seem like it’s been just half a year.  Sometimes it seems like years.  Sometimes it seems like it was two days ago.

It has been almost half a year.

In this time I feel like I’ve done everything in the world, and then nothing at all.  Time has stood still, gone slow, or speed up at different times.

It has been almost half a year.