I hope everybody had a great Memorial Day Holiday. I spent most of the weekend working on promotion of my new book and DVD series for professional floral designs; that information is available at www.frugalflorist.biz, if you love flowers check it out.
The holiday always brings back memories of a trip a friend and I took to Europe back in 2005. It was my second time to Europe. On this excursion we did a driving tour of The Netherlands, Belgium and France.
I had dreamed of visiting my Uncle's grave. My Mother's youngest brother, Bobby, was killed in Eastern France at the tender age of 19. He is buried in a military cemetery outside of the town of Epinal, which is almost to the border of Germany. What a moving experience it proved to be!
It was one of those beautiful, clear, cool mornings the day we arrived at the office of the superintendent. I signed in as a family member. The gentleman who greeted us said that the cemetery has visitors but the last time someone who was a family member stopped was about three months ago.
We walked out to the grave and imagined what it must have been like to be in war torn area that was now so beautiful and peaceful. The US Division of Monuments and Battlegrounds does a splendid job of maintaining meticulous grounds. I could see where small chips at the base of the marker were repaired. The guide that walked us out to the site rubbed wet sand into the groves of the letters so Uncle Bobby's name would show better in the pictures.
An interesting event took place while we were there by ourselves. A fighter jet was doing maneuvers over head. On a couple of passes the pilot appeared to tip his wing. Whether or not it was my imagination, or some divine occurrence had just happened, it sent chills up my spine.
After a couple of hours we headed on our way. I have been the only person to ever visit my Uncle's grave from our family. I guess in those days few people traveled over seas and there were way too many fallen soldiers to bury at home.
All of my Mother's family are deceased now and I felt privileged to be the family representative coming to pay honor to such a young, brave man. This was moment in time I will never forget, honoring my Mother's brother.
