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Veterans Day is important… and in this house it does not go unrecognized.

Hitting the road with our flower bouquets early yesterday morning, we set out to visit my husband’s family.

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His father is buried in Maine’s largest Veteran cemetery.

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Lovely well kept grounds on the top of a hill…

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With mature trees and many places for peaceful reflection.

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The second family member we visited was my husband’s uncle who was buried just this summer at the new Maine Veterans cemetery.

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This setting is more traditional with endless rows of white headstones.

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Personal endearments are allowed at the bottom…

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Like the AKA Grump my husband’s cousin chose. Perfectly fitting as he was a lovable old grump.

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There’s something about walking through these lines of identical markers that shatters me every time. All those service members who sacrificed for their country.

It’s beautiful… and quite humbling.

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This airman made me smile. I hope he finds some coffee.

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Apparently Crown Royal was more to this soldier’s taste.

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Our final stop of the day wasn’t a Veterans cemetery, just a small country graveyard. Quite a few of the husband’s ancestors are buried here but we’d come to thank his other uncle who fought in WWII, Korea and Vietnam.

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It’s not often you find someone who saw all three.

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