Two years ago I heard a story of a local Marine who had been killed in Afghanistan. "How sad" I thought, "that poor family". Then, I'm sorry to say, the story left my mind for other things.
A year ago my son met a girl, she became his wife last month. That Marine was her Brother.
I have, in the last year, gotten to know her family, and her brother through them.
It has changed me.
This memorial day will be different for me, as I reflect not just on those who served, but those who've died... and one in particular. A young man that I'll never get to know but who's family is now part of my own.
This is who we honor today, Never Forget