Every headstone in cemeteries across our nation and around the globe tells a story.
When I walk through cemetaries and come upon a veteran, soldier, military serviceperson’s tomb stone I pause and read the names aloud, it’s my way of ensuring I never forget the ultimate sacrifice these patriots gave in defense of freedom. While I’m standing or sitting by these tombstones I have this voracity to know their story. Please, if you have a veteran living . . . ask them “what’s your story?”, it will keep you connected and its a sense of honor to listen.
Happy Memorial Day To All Those That Served and Gave Their Lives For Our Freedoms
This is how you dress to attend a “Chicken Wedding” – I not kidding . . . you can’t make this shit up! The story will be in my book. I know I’m not the only out here from a family that – Let me say – put the “D” is dysfunctional. With that said, Mom and I had a roller-coaster of a relationship during the time WE both were growing up.
The one thing that I am so Thankful and Blessed for: is we never gave up on each other. We got pissed off at each other, we yelled at each other, we walked out on each other, gave each other the silent treatment. But, through all those times we never gave up on each other.
And I am so damn happy we didn’t. Once I got into adulthood, I was growing up and Bev was growing up right along with me. I am now left with the best memories of the times we laughed so hard my sides would hurt the next day. I used to tell her when she would be mad at me, I would say “no one loves you like I do – nobody”. A couple of days before she died, she turned to me when we were napping together and said “you’re so fuckin right nobody loves me like you do”
The perfectly lined headstones, I have a fixation on lines – anything that stands in perfection. These headstones all stand for something more. They stand for bravery, the honor for country and they stand for selflessness. They tell a story. The story of a Hero. Every Hero has their own unique Story. And every Hero means something to somebody. This is the weekend we recognize those stories, and salute those families of those Heroes, for sacrificing what they love to make sure we stand on Land of Freedom today.
My grandfather was a Preacher at this church years ago, the day my Uncle and Aunt being tour guides of all the history that my brother and I had missed growing up without knowing this side of my family or our father – decided this was to be one of the stops. Great Choice . . .
The town is awesome – small town for sure, a population of 286 at the time we were there early 2000. We had gone to visit our dad at his grave site – he is buried at Higginsville Veteran cemetary – https://mvc.dps.mo.gov/cemeteries/higginsville.php a beautiful place. Afterwards, my Uncle brought us into town to have something for lunch, we were eating our lunch and talking – the waitress says “Are y’all good? cause there’s a parade coming soon“. I said a parade on a Wednesday afternoon, well my brother and I looked at each other like two seven-year olds and ran outside.
Sure enough, here comes the parade down the middle of Main Street – I was kinda of caught in the moment and thinking I was in the middle of a DOC HOLLYWOOD scene. I thought how freakin’ awesome is this to have a parade in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon!
By The Grace of God~ Joey and I had said that morning at our hotel room “that it was too bad we never got to do anything fun with dad.” Well, later on that day I said to my brother “we have to change our story – because a parade on main street in the middle of the week was pretty freakin’ fun” We feel he had something to do with it . . . along with Ms. Bev (our mother)!