A day of remembering the unforgettable.
It was a beautiful crisp morning at Arlington Nation Cemetery about five years ago when we were visiting my father’s grave. Our youngest son, who was in the military, and his wife were with us. As we were walking toward another area we crossed paths with a young mother carrying her young daughter.
We overheard her whisper to her daughter, who we found out later had never met her father, “Let’s go see Daddy.” We were speechless by such a simple comment. We talked with the young mother walking with her to her husband’s grave. We hugged her. We cried with her. There wasn’t a dry eye among us. Unforgettable.
On another visit a few years later, she wasn’t there, but there were paper cut-out hearts and a toddler’s toys beneath his niche. The young mother will not let her daughter forget the father she never knew. – He is…
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Lovely choice to share, Michelle.
I also wanted to let you know that I’ll be featuring you at my blog. Not this weekend, but the next — for Episode 10 of the Guitar Mancer. I’m using things from your comment (when I put out the call for “things”) here: https://teagansbooks.com/2016/03/12/whats-next-new-serial/
Thanks very much for being part of this road trip. Mega hugs.
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Ok. I’ll check it out.
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Such and important post, Michelle. Thanks for sharing.
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It’s a story that is repeated far too often, not only here, but around the world. Thanks for reading, Norah.
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That’s very true.
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