my family has made the tradition
of going to the cemetery and putting
flags on veteran's graves.
i've always been willing to do it
but it was always tough because
we had to wake up at 5:30 in the morning to do it.
i was very anxious to do it.
i think i've grown up a lot
and become much more humble when it comes to this;
when it comes to remember those who have served
and are serving our country to preserve our rights and freedoms.
so even though i didn't get home from synergy rehearsal
until 12:45 am that saturday morning
and then wasn't able to fall asleep until about 2 a.m.,
my dad came in my room at 5:30
and yes i laid there for maybe one more minute,
but then i got up and ready to go.
as we drove out to the cemetery
instead of sleeping,
like i usually do,
i just looked out the window and tried to really think about
how fortunate i am.
how fortunate i am to live where i live
and have what i have,
and what circumstances have made that possible.
i am so grateful for those who serve this country.
it takes an immense amount of courage, bravery,
humility, and heart.
im so thankful there are men and women who are willing
to sacrifice all that they have
for the benefit of others.
we arrive to the cemetery
and grab bundles of flags.
we go out by nana's grave
and take over that section.
as i walk up and down the rows
searching for the veteran's graves,
fixing the flowers that have fallen over on the other graves on the way,
i find the veteran's graves
that have been marked with their names
and which war and service they served it.
as i put a flag into the ground by their grave
i say a silent thank you in my heart.
remember this weekend that
freedom isn't free.