Hi, dearest Droplet. Sorry I haven't blogged in so long. You were home for Christmas...then I visited you when I had training....now I am REALLY missing you.
And your Snap-Chat today.....made me really miss you.
You said you had watched a flag-folding...and it made you cry. I understand, baby girl.
You and I endured SO much together this past year. Things we agreed no one will ever understand. Things that we want to forget. Things that haunt us. But the folding of the flag at Granddad's funeral....it is a moment that despite the circumstances, will always be held close to my heart. I remember watching every motion. Every fold. Every movement of the two young soldiers. I remember their pride. Their respect. My pride.
I have always wanted to photograph a military funeral. Sounds odd. That's probably why I have never done it. I don't know how to get the permission without seeming disrespectful. But there is SO much to capture. The respect that is present at most any funeral is something to be admired. But there is a different level when we are honoring someone who has served our country.
Anyway....I am sorry you had tears today...but know where those tears come from. They come from pride. They come from the memory of honoring our own hero. They come from knowing that the flag deserves respect and when respect is given to that flag and all it stands for...it is emotional.
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The title of this blog...."you get it"....refers to your ability to recognize a moment....a memory....when it is being made. And to appreciate it. I would claim some responsibility....but you come from a long line of family who have always been blessed with that ability!
Love you, sweet child of mine!
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