Memorial Day 2015

100924-8914TombUnknown

“The dead soldier’s silence sings our national anthem.” — Aaron Kilbourn

Sacrifice is hard to comprehend and even harder to forget.

Our family knows only too well the ultimate sacrifice paid by those brave soldiers who answer the call to fight and defend our country but are killed in action. It is our obligation to honor and remember those we have lost today because they have truly done something that most of us would never consider and the cost was their lives.

Today, I honor Ray Joseph Hutchinson who was one of the finest young men and our nephew. I will add his Mother’s email signature at the bottom of this post. It has been over 11 years since Ray was killed in Iraq and yet it seems as if it occurred only moments ago. Some losses are hard to forget.

Remember today is more than a holiday. It is a day of remembrance and an opportunity to thank God for those brave enough to protect us.

I am sorrowful yet grateful.

rayotsdehq-vi

“Oh, my son! What an honor to be your mother…”
SPC Ray Joseph Hutchinson 101’st Airborne Screaming Eagles
2/502 Killed in Action December 7, 2003 Mosul, Iraq
~A TRUE HERO RESTS IN THE PRESENCE OF GOD~

Memorial Day

Image

I rarely go on a rant about anything but there is one thing bothering me today. There is no such thing as a HAPPY Memorial Day.

I dislike when I see people tweet, facebook or post “happy” greetings on Memorial Day. It’s not a happy day for those who have lost loved ones in service to their country. It is quite the reverse.

But having said that…I appreciate Memorial Day. I appreciate people remembering. The loss of a precious family member is a daily battle with sorrow for some and loving memories are what remains.

Please remember…but remember with reverence, respect and gratitude. We shouldn’t have to lose so many to save us all. Having said that, I am certain our heavenly Father knows this feeling all too well.

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13

Coming For to Carry Me Home

Image

Today I walked with a childhood friend as we buried her Momma. No matter our age, for many of us, our Mothers are a constant reminder of the purest form of love that we will know. Mothers bind us with their hearts as they bear us in their wombs. They are wonderfully made and graced by God.

I talked so much with my parents who told me that the best way I could honor their memory was to live out a happy life after they were gone. Amazingly, the first thing I found in my father’s wallet after he passed away was a picture of his own Dad who had gone to glory over 70 years ago. For 70 years my Dad had looked at that picture daily. He never forgot.

I know that my friend today will honor her Mother and remember her with love all the rest of her earthly days. I feel the same for my parents. I think we can honor and remember equally and know they wait for us in heaven.

Until that wonderful reunion, I’ll laugh, love, enjoy this life and thank God for every day. That’s the least I can do.

May angels lead you into paradise Gloria Meyerdierks and may God bless Barbara as she grieves her great loss.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home

I looked over Jordan, and I what did I see
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I coming too
Coming for to carry me home

I’m sometimes up, I’m sometimes down
Coming for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Coming for to carry me home