We do this every year. It has become something we plan for and refuse to miss. It is part of These Hills... but this year, this year was different. The ceremony is always a bit emotional for me. I always have a habit of thinking about people in my own life when they tell the stories of lost soldiers. It is the ultimate sacrifice and I cannot imagine the pain of the families... but this year, this year was different.
The day before this event was the tragedy of Sandy Hook Elementary. On one day a single gunman took the lives of six adult and twenty precious little children. I still cry when I think of this day, I think most people do and always will . Again, all I could do was think of my own children and couldn't fathom the pain that was racing through these families. I prayed, I prayed a lot. I hugged my kids, I hugged the hubs, I hugged my family, I hugged my friends, I may have even hugged strangers (j/k) This day will always be one of those days. One of those where-were-you-when days. So the next day, when I walked up to see this, holding my sweet kiddos, knowing they were ok and other's were not... I shed a lot of tears behind my big rimmed glasses. I listened to our mayor speak of the sweet lives lost and I wept. I had to turn so my sweet little boys didn't see that mommy was incredibly sad.