Before we moved to Florida we lived in Arlington, Virginia, and our home was only a few miles from Arlington Cemetery.
I visited when a friend or family member from the military was laid to rest, and I was always shocked by how beautiful a place it is, the rolling hills of green lawns and majestic trees and row after row of white tombstones.
It was hard to imagine all the men and women who were buried there, so many of them having their lives cut short by war. It’s been said that, “Heroes don’t wear capes. They wear dog tags.” So true. And I mourn them all this Memorial Day.