Memorial Day

This morning I went to a Memorial Day parade in my town. It wasn’t a traditional parade – it was just members of the VFW, with marching bands from the local junior high and high school marching to the local cemeteries in town (three along a stretch of a main road). I caught up with them at the second cemetery (about three-quarters of a mile from our apartment), and then followed down to the last (and largest) cemetery. During that ceremony, I cried a little bit, thinking about the sacrifices the hubs is making, and how proud I am of him.

Right after the ceremony ended, I really started to miss him. For some reason, looking at my cell phone hit me with the fact that he’s not here. I don’t know why. It’s weird what things trigger those feelings. I started walking home, really missing him. I wish I had my buddy (that’s what we call each other), and without him, I have to do everything alone. That’s hard to think about right now. All the simple things we would do together – go to dinner, go to a movie, hang out with friends, or just sit at home together – I’m doing alone, missing him.

Memorial Day also always made me think of my Grandpa (Navy – WWII) and my Uncle (Army – Vietnam). I miss them both a lot. My Grandma was with Grandpa when he was off at WWII. I wish she were still alive so I could talk to her about it, and how she dealt with it. I couldn’t imagine. I mean, we’re apart right now, but I know the hubs is safe. I don’t know how I would cope if he were to get deployed.

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