We are just a few days away from the 75th anniversary of D-Day. My grandfather landed there on that day. It took him 40 years to talk about it. 25 years ago I got to visit those beaches. I walked out as far as I could and turned around and looked back towards the beach. I tried to lose myself and feel what it must have been like. As much as I had read in military history, especially accounts from combat, I still could not get completely "in the moment." It was too peaceful. Too rainy. As it should have been.
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With the passing of Memorial Day I was reminded that while we mourn the fallen, especially those we knew, it is important to LIVE. That is what they wanted us to do. To live, to celebrate, to be alive.
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