Making memories

Every year on Memorial Day (or close to it) we go up and "visit" my dad.  Because he was in the military, he is buried at Willamette National Cemetary.  It brings tears to my eyes to see the rows of thousands upon thousands of American flags put on each headstone by the local scouts.  I know my dad would have loved the sight of those flags as much as I do.  I am so grateful that I live in such a wonderful country where I have the freedom to live the way I want and worship how I choose.