My grandfather, our Pap, came back from the war safe and whole and able to tell stories about drinking beer with his buddies, young and in an unknown land. Yet I can't help thinking of him on this day, with our gorgeous flag introducing parades and tributes.
I can't see a flag without thinking of him and missing him, yet being so thankful he was in my life for more than thirty years.
Abbey met him, and loved him, but one day her memories will mingle with the stories we tell about him, and she won't be able to separate her memories from ours. And that's ok, because all of our tales are seeped in love, and she and Dylan will feel how much we loved him.
Happy Memorial Day
xoxo
Abbey playing in "Pap's stones" around his flagpole
Dylan pressing buttons, with Pap's picture in the background
What a beautiful post on such a special day. Happy Memorial Day to you!
ReplyDeleteAnd to you, too! Finally some nice weather :)
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