Memorial Day

Late, I know.  It was weeks ago.

On Memorial Day, Pierce took one of his first outings.  We introduced him to his great-grandparents, in a Memorial Day way.

Bethelle knew my grandma well and remembers her passing.  Rigby can only look at the pictures of her holding him as a baby.  Not even Nick met my other three grandparents, who all died just months before he joined the family.

Grandfather was a veteran of WWII and now resides in a beautiful veteran cemetery, just a few minutes from our home.  The stones were all adorned with flags.  We brought the flowers.

 We had a good talk with the kids about quiet respect.  They did pretty well.  I hope that it made a lasting impression.