We remembered.

Memorial Day has passed and what a day it was. We did all the things we usually do- the service, the parade, a visit to the graves, yet it was different without Grammie. I missed her. I cried. I feel very blessed by the legacy left to me. Grammie and Grampa are gone, but there are others that continue to teach me this legacy of patriotism. My Uncle Tony marched in the Harrison Memorial Day Parade for the 40th year yesterday and Aunt Betty marched behind him in the parade as she has done for my whole life. I stood at the graves of the St. John family with my parents, aunts, uncles, sister, cousins, and my nieces & nephew and we remembered the sacrifices made by all the men and women that didn't come home from war. We remembered those that don't get to stand with us today and we say thank you. Memorial Day isn't a day to glorify war, for no one hates war more then those who fight in them. Memorial Day is a day to to stop and remember and say thank you! We sat the night before going through old photos and for the first time in my life I saw pictures from my Uncle Ronnie's funeral. He was killed in Vietnam. He was the oldest of 6 kids and seeing them all standing at his graveside reminded me of the sacrifice. He lost his life so I could live in freedom and that will never be forgotten. So in honor of Ronald G. St. John I say thank you and I remember your sacrifice.