So I don't really have any memories of celebrating memorial day growing up. I have no idea where any of my nearest related dead relatives are buried (though I'm certain I could easily find out). I've enjoyed visiting the national cemetery before, but its different thinking that the person in the ground is connected to you.
It was a very different experience celebrating memorial day with my in laws. The family dinner, well, lets say I was a little busy shoveling baby food into my son's mouth to be paying much attention. But visiting the grave sides was very different. I started thinking about what I would want on my own gravestone. Probably an outrageous pun if I could think of one that would ease people's memory of me. It tugs at the heartstrings seeing the little grave markers for children who died very young and thinking about my own son. I hope he outlives me by a long time. I'm glad to have had a chance to visit the grave sides.
6 months ago