Memorial Day parades
There are few things that can make me appreciate living in a small village as much as a parade. This past Memorial Day Parade just made me realize it, again.
Sitting in the shade watching the marchers go by is an important job. All the wonderful kids in our school, as well as my own girl need someone to scream out their names and to wave furiously to them.
Watching the bands, seeing how they morph from Middle School 6th Grade, to Middle School mixed to the High School Pride of Port Chester is wonderful. The flag girls and twirlers, the shy smiles, the fire trucks, the whole thing makes my heart SWELL with pride.
Especially the service before the parade, in the park. I love that we honor our fallen heroes.
Aedan asked me the difference between Memorial Day, and Veteran's Day. I said that we honor those who died for our country on Memorial Day, and all those who fought for it on Veteran Day. That he understood.
Another thing that made my heart weep a bit. I had visited the cemetery with my sister to leave flowers on my Mom's grave for her birthday. As we were leaving, I saw this one lone man, a Veteran, walking amongst the graves, placing flags on the graves of other Vets. God Bless Him.
