From the time I was a child, I never really got it!! I mean – I know it’s the day to remember our fallen soldiers and what they’d given up to protect our country, but for some reason, in my mind, it was always about the ones who we had lost.
As an adult, I now know that is not the case. I like to remember the ones who have returned to us also. They took years out of their lives to give to the service—years where in many instances their families didn’t know if they would return. They lived in fear every day, waking up wearing the worry like an extra layer of bulk to haul, just to go to bed that night, say prayers of thankfulness for having gotten through another day and beg for the same luck tomorrow.
So I do want to acknowledge my thankfulness that we have such (guarding angels) men and woman in our world. People who willingly take on the role as our caretakers.