We had planned today to run out to the cemetery to look around and see all the flags and people who have served in this country. When talking with my Mom she reminded me that 35 years ago today my brother Luke Roddie Holladay passed away. We decided to pick flowers to put on both the graves of my sister April and brother Luke.
How sad that I never knew them. Sad thinking that Pop and Mom had to come home from the hospital to Peter who was about my Luke’s age now and tell him that his brother had died. I can’t even imagine! My brother Luke was born with congenital heart defect (transposition of the great vessels). He had heart surgery and died never regaining consciousness, only at 13 months old.
It was a bit windy out today.
My Mom’s parents my grandparents are buried right across the street in the same row that April and Luke are in.
It was neat seeing all the flags.
Thankful to live in a free country. Thankful for all who serve and who have died serving.
