Saturday after I dropped the girls off at their home, I decided to spend my running time down at the cemetery. My dad, a WWII and Korean War veteran, is buried there. The flags lining the entrance road create an atmosphere of awe and reverence, and I felt overwhelmed with a grateful heart for all of those who gave, sacrificed, and loved enough to defend our freedom.
Take a moment today, amidst the yard work, parades, picnics, and parties, to remember those who gave so much. I, for one, am thankful for the life I have the opportunity to live, to choose where to work, where to live, to be independent, and above all, to worship in the manner in which I choose.
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