Do you need a story about the true meaning of Memorial Day? Would you also like to be reassured that our world will be in good hands when today's children grow up?
I have to share this story -- no names, although some of you will know who this child is. In our Lions Club we have two children, known as Lion Cubs, who come to the meetings with their parents and participate by doing things like passing out papers and leading the Pledge. The little boy is also a Cub Scout, and this past Saturday he and his father joined other scouts in the annual placement of flags at every grave in the Veterans Cemetery
The boy always knew my husband as Mister Floyd and often sat near him at the meetings. He and his father sought out and found Floyd's grave. They made sure that he had his flag, even though his headstone is not yet in place. But to this child, that was not enough. He took the patch he had earned that morning for his participation in the ceremony and laid it next to the flag. Before they left, the father took this picture.
No flower could be more beautiful.