Each and every Memorial Day for the past number of years the kids and I visit the Orem Cemetary where Grandma and Granpa Thurston and Aunt Ann are buried. It has become a tradition of ours that after we've laid flowers on their grave markers first, Mama tells a story about each of them and next we wander the busy cemetary standing up the flowers and flags and wreaths that others have brought their own loved ones and have since been knocked over. I truely love watching my small children as they take the initiative to reverantly walk the rows bending to pick up each fallen container of mums and repositioning each garden gathered bouquet of flowers. It is a special day for remembering.
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