and we had no family there to honor.
But once my Mama brought us all back “home” where all her family lived…
Once we got to the cemetery she’d arrange the flowers in huge baskets and put them on her mama and daddy’s graves.
I think it made them smile.
My children grew up loving Memorial Day– as a day full of baskets and green grass and kisses and cousins and flags and wet feet and laughing. But it was mostly a beautiful bright summer day with Grandma and Grandpa and lots and lots of flowers. Now, all these years later–it still is.
And I think it makes them smile.