Today there were parades
Complete with Scouts marching and children on their decorated bikes and scooters.
A fire truck or two.
Maybe even a band.
Words were spoken.
A prayer may have been said.
But it is alway that final moment
When all the background noise stops
And Taps is played
That the weight and meaning of the day becomes real.
Heartbreakingly real.
And I stand, head bowed, with a tear in my eye.
Grant Lowe says
May 27, 2024 at 9:35 pmThank you Paul.