So it is almost Memorial Day, as I have said in past posts, this is a big holiday for my Dad's family. I have gone to the Memorial Day Service and Parade in Harrison, Maine every year of my life, but one. This year will be different- Gram will not be with us. She has been a staple for me on this day. As a little girl I watched in awe as she marched so proud holding her flag, they had to hold her back from out marching all the other ladies. Then as the years passed she marched a bit slower, but march she still did. Time came when she could march no more and it was time for her to ride in the car in the parade. For her it was an loss, an ending. I knew that was true, but I also could still see it in her eyes. Sure she was much older then the Grammie I knew in my youth, but the spirit was still there. She and Grampa taught to stop and remember and that we did regardless of age. Her flag still waved proud, whether she marched or she rode. So we will gather as we have for years and we will remember. We will remember those who paid the price so that we can be free, but we will also remember those who taught us and lived out patriotism.
In Honor of
George H. St. John and Reta M. St. John
You are missed, but not forgotten!
We march for you!
