Honoring a Hero

Today we had an opportunity to do something most people don't get to. It is not one that you look forward to, but at the same time you feel honored to be able to take part in it. Maj. Micheal Green died from a roadside bomb in Afghanistan. I never knew him, never heard of him until my friends told me about the incident. He's from a nearby town and I was told there was to be a standing procession for him, honoring his service. It was something I knew we had to do. Today is a COLD day in South Mississippi, especially when you factor in the wind. Yet so many people turned out to honor this war hero (in spite of Mardi Gras parades).

As we were sitting in our vehicle waiting for the procession I told the children why we were there and I just broke down crying. As the funeral procession slowly passed by I saw so many grieving people. Old, young, those in military uniform, those obviously grieving. And I cried for this family that lost a husband, son and friend. There was even a huge procession of motorcycles involved. And the whole thing was so silent. I think the tears really hit me when I realized how silent it was (besides my children asking questions). It was truly a chance that people had to honor a soldier.

Waiting for the humble moment to begin

I know this is blurry but I just love the Red, White & Blue

Staying Warm


Waving their flags!