Jeri would be two in just a few days and Brad would have turned 5 in April. Mom was 46. Lets see I was a young 25 here, oh how time flys. This is one of my kids greatest memories. I'm sure Grandma Coartney was the photographer. We would meet her every year at the cemeteries on Memorial Day to pay our respects and place the flowers. We then would listen to the Memorial service and hear taps and then the 21 gun salute. Brad still has some of the bullet casings he has saved all these years. They used to hold a service at Enon and then another one at Ashmore but after a few years they only held a service at Ashmore. So the last few years we would go pick up Grandma go to Enon and then on to hear the guns at Ashmore. Special memories.
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We used to take Steve's dad, too. Every year. We had many cemeteries to go to. We're not going to do all of them anymore, just our parents.
Harold would call me every year and talk about all the ones he knew that he either watched die or knew that died in WWII and he would cry.
It was sad watching him, knowing he had more family on the other side than he had here. It was also sad watching the last one of his generation, missing those who were gone, waiting for his time. I'm beginning to understand his loneliness in the silence of their laughter. You will be in my thoughts this weekend. I know you miss your grandma's laughter.
Yes I do. Thank you Terri.
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