Last Memorial Day, I photographed a memorial service for the American, and during the service, one older veteran handed me an American flag. I didn’t think much of it at the time and kept it on display at my desk until I moved to Nashville.
This year, I have spent most of my day relaxing and thinking about how strange it is that I did not cover a memorial service or anything related to this national holiday today. And the more I think about it, the more I think about about all the men and women I know personally, as well as those I don’t, who have served and are current serving our country.
Tonight, I remembered the Hattiesburg veteran who gave me that flag and realized that I had kept it stored away during my move. So I went in to one of my moving boxes (that has yet to be unpacked — sad face), found it and placed it in a flower pot in front of my home.
It’s not much, but I will view that little flag as a reminder every day as I walk in and out of my home of the men and women who have served our country and given their all.
Happy Memorial Day, y’all!