The Memory of Memorial Day

Like most american families, I have close family members that have served in the military.  Specifically, my grandfather served in the Army when he was in his 20s.  I was lucky enough to have a great-grandmother (my grandfather’s mother) who lived until 2002, she died only a few days before my 18th birthday.  My grandmother used to sit around and talk about how my grandfather didn’t take his duty to serve very seriously and went AWOL with his brother (also in the military) on several occassions.  I don’t remember all of the specifics of the stories she told since it has been almost 10 years since I have heard any of these stories but I do know that there were many and I know that based on the number of times I have probably heard these stories, I should know more details.

On this memorial day, I would like to dedicate this blog to thanking all members of our military for their service.  I’m pretty sure that my grandfather will never read this (I don’t even think he has a computer or the internet); however, I’m not thanking him or any other service member because I want any recognition for doing so.  To me, just saying thanks is enough.  If you know any service members, pass my words of thanks along, I am thanking them too.