We do this day–this Memorial Day, pretty much the same as we have since I was much younger and certainly much more spry. I’ll confess that it is getting a little dicey trudging over the uneven ground that is the cemetary.
But if we didn’t go and do this thing we do…
I would miss it.
I would miss my great, great grampa…
Joseph Ellison Beck who ran a trading post in Spanish Fork and learned to speak to the Indians in their own language.
I would miss my great grampa…
Alfred RM Beck who was a beet farmer…
and great grama Sophia Beck who was a nurse and midwife.
They raised a huge pack of beautiful children.
I would miss my grama and grampa…
Elsie Beck and Clyde Mitchell.
Grama Elsie ran a boarding house and was the best cook in town.
Grampa Clyde was a sheet metal worker and loved to hunt and fish.
They had two children. Only one lived.
I would miss my baby uncle…my grama’s baby boy…my mother’s little brother.
I would miss my grama’s little brother…
Hyrum Beck who was a private in the army and never married. He died way too young.
And I would miss my own mom and dad…
Andrew and Marion Kirby–who honestly, I do miss every single day…
not just on Memorial Day.
Until they are all back with us again,
this is the way we will happily remember them…
especially on Memorial Day.
I hope your Memorial Day was peaceful and happy.
