Memorial Day 2015

On Memorial Day weekend 15 years ago, I got to meet my husband's family for the first time (we had just started communicating again after breaking up 8 years earlier), and meeting them was what made me know I wanted God to make him mine! He wore his uniform that Sunday for the very last time. He and his brother were both still service members, so they wore their uniforms to church in memory of those who have paid the ultimate price for our country. We remember those heroes every Memorial Day weekend as a nation, but a day does not go by when the pain of grief does not remind the loved ones of those who have fallen of their brave sacrifices.

This year we spent time remembering those heroes who have fallen in service to our country, and we enjoyed a neighborhood cookout with new neighbors we hardly know.  It was great fun for everyone.  And of course our tween thought the evening would not be complete without a family selfie.

On Memorial Day, the anniversary of Cody's death, our daughter wrote on Cody's grave and placed flowers by his grave marker.  I'm sorry brave warriors, that your memory must be shared with a bunny's, but the kids can't help but remember Cody on Memorial Day.