Memorial Day

(Logan, Utah Cemetery - Grandma and Grandpa Cook are buried here)

Memorial Day is an important holiday in my family.  Every year, my dad would take us on a trip to visit my grandparents' graves.  We usually alternated years between each side.  And each experience holds a special memory for me.  For example, I remember putting pansies on my Grandmother Cook's grave because that was her favorite flower.  Right next to my Grandma and Grandpa Bush's graves is a very large tree that provides shade.  When I was going to BYU, my friends Kaj and Shelby lived very close to the cemetery, and each time I'd go to visit them, I would drive right past their graves.  That was always what Memorial Day meant to me growing up - remembering my ancestors.

This year, Memorial Day means something a little different.  I am remembering and recognizing the service that my dad is giving to his country.  He is serving in the United States Air Force in Kirkuk, Iraq right now.  I miss him so much.  Because of the amazing technology we have today, I am able to speak to him every other week.  Lucky me.  15 years ago, during Desert Storm, I wouldn't have been able to talk to him, period.  I am so grateful for modern technology and computers.  I love him and am grateful for his willingness to serve his family, his religion, and his country.  So this Memorial Day, I remember my ancestors and most importantly my dad.