These memories are as clear as the taste of my hot, strong coffee from this morning. The finely manicured cemeteries, the small flags carefully placed next to the headstones of veterans. The gentle scent of flowers permeated the air. As a child, every year my Grandfather would take us to local cemeteries to lay flowers on the graves of loved ones and veterans. Typically we would finish our run and eat pancakes and sausage and eggs at one of the local restaurants. While the adults talked and laughed and remembered those who passed, us children would color and play with the children from other families.
I wonder, on this Memorial Day, if parents and children still do these things. My far from normal life over the last decade and a half, ripped me far from these sort of events. Feelings of desire; ride my bike to the local Veterans Cemetery perhaps.
While the number of things lost in my life may be considerable, it is nothing compared to those men and woman who gave their life to protect our freedom. To all who have or are serving in the Army, Air Force, Navy, Marines and all other branches, this long haired motorcycle rider thanks you.
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