We went to the parade, all be it the "wrong" parade due to over sleeping. I watched my kids and my sister's hollding flags and just happy to be there.
They have no clue what goes on, or why we were at a parade. What's the reason for celebration, but they were happy. Granted they got a bag full of candy and a flag each, but it was sad watching these children for some reason.
Do we forget the reason to remember with all the hoopla? Did I?
I watched as "my" band marched by and tears came to my eyes remembering thet time in my life. Knowing it will never be again and I can't fully explain to anyone the impact it had on me, the friends I made or the memories I have.
For now, my kids are my reason. I'm making memories with them that I wish to hold into forever, but know that not even those will "stick". I take pictures to remember and here are just a few to give you an idea of my life and hopfully help you to think about your own.
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Excuse me while I go find a tissue...