Memorial Day holds a special meaning to me.
My paternal Grandfather (Pappy, as we called him....and that's why hubby chose to be called Pappy) served in World War I. He made it home but suffered from "shell shock" and couldn't hear very well. His son, my Uncle Robert....died in World War II. He was such a handsome man. I think he and my Dad favored a lot. There's a story behind Uncle Robert's death. My grandmother....Mammie....said one night while Robert was gone to war she saw a purple light in one of the rooms of their house. I can't remember if it was Robert's room, or not. Sometime later when the officials came to her house to tell her and Pappy that Uncle Robert had been killed....she determined that it was about the same time that she saw the purple light. My Uncle Robert was awarded the Purple Heart!!!
But watch out!
Be careful never to forget what you yourself have seen.
Do not let these memories escape from your mind as long as you live!
And be sure to pass them on to your children and grandchildren.
HOPE each of you have a wonderful Memorial Day....
....but let's all take time to remember why we're celebrating this very special day!!!
In HIS Most Precious Love....and with mine!!!