Memorial Day reflection
To the Journal editor: As a kid, each Memorial Day I stood next to Dad in the sun, rain and cold with hand placed over my heart. I remember listening to veterans’ names being read-off as the wind weaved through the cemetery’s quaking aspens, as if they were whispering to me. I will again place hand over heart, with my eyes welling up as my Dad, Uncles, and other Veterans’ names are called. I know this resonates with many of you. Dad didn’t share many World War II experiences, but I learned he landed on Europe’s shore four days after D-Day and fought throughout Europe. One of ...