remember

“The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it.” - Thucydides

Boston cemetery - 2007

Will and I carried on our tradition of taking roses to the military cemetery today. We went right before sunset this time instead of in the middle of the day, and the difference of a few hours was significant. It made me a little sad; when we went during the day we were just two of many coming to show their respect. Families with children drove up and bounced out of their cars and meandered slowly carrying wreaths, and we all nodded to each other and smiled. This time, we were the only two there, and it was clear that we would be the last visitors of the night. I didn't like thinking that the day of remembering would be over so soon.

But then the fireflies came out (they have a wonderful way of making things look anything but lonely), and I reminded myself that just because it's less visible throughout the year, there are always people remembering.