In memory of my cousin, who is recognized on Memorial Day, but remembered every day.
They played these songs at your funeral, and a thousand hearts cried in that auditorium.
Hawkeye sat at your casket, and the world caught sight of it.
The American flag was hung from the firetruck ladders, and hundreds of flags were carried by the Patriot Guard. I will forever love those people. They were the wall against Westboro and the wall keeping us together. Their flag line at the cemetery was unforgettable, as the sun blazed and they stood motionless, holding their flags and holding our hearts.
I will never hear taps the same way again, and the trident symbol is no longer just a symbol. It’s a memory, of row upon row of pins in a cherry red casket, pounded in with hurt and anger and without a spoken word.
There are a thousand more things to remember that day, because you never forget. Sacrifice is unforgettable, and this is our chance to remember.