Arlington National Cemetery

My Thanksgiving holiday was fun and funny!

Despite our individual quirks and playful squabbles, my family "is what it is" and I wouldn't have it any other way. However, as important as it was to be in DC sharing wonderful meals and laughter, my weekend would not have been complete had I not taken the time to visit Arlington National Cemetery.

My father served as a member of the land-based branch of the U. S. Military the United States Army. He was honorably discharged in 1945 and returned to civilian life until 2004 when he passed into spirit.

During his tour of duty, he was awarded the Purple Heart. No small feat for a black man who grew into manhood and served his country during a time when the military was segregated.



Court: 6 / Section: NN / Stack: 23 / Niche: 4
His niche, in the Arlington National Cemetery Columbarium, is sealed with a marble plaque inscribed with his name and the years of his birth and death. It was painful to stand in front of his plaque, albeit for a few moments.

Looking across the rolling hills at the unadorned headstones of veterans from our wars and struggles, past and current, humbles you. It's clearer to me now, than ever before, why I'm able to celebrate Thanksgiving in a warm house with wonderful meals and laughter.

I'm grateful.