EASTER ON MEMORIAL DAY
Every day we would pass the cemetery as I drove my two preschoolers to their day care. As we passed each day, my son Tim, would remind his younger sister “Janna, That’s where the dead people are.” Janna was almost three years of age, and the idea of death was somewhat confusing to her. Her brother explained that the cemetery is where they bury people’s bodies in the ground when they are dead, and their spirits go back to God. Several months later, on Memorial Day, our family went for a bike ride. Janna rode behind me in a bike trailer. With helmet on and her eyes darting from site to site, we all enjoyed the fresh air and sunshine of that day. We rode by the cemetery. It was filled with flowers and flags, people everywhere. Some were huddled in groups. Others knelt alone in front of headstones. Janna saw this site and from the bike trailer behind me…
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