I took my parents out for an early dinner on Veterans Day for the last six years. Every year, someone would buy our dinner. Sometimes they wanted to be anonymous and sometimes they came over and introduced themselves. My father was of an age where virtually every male had served in the armed forces, so it was a safe assumption for someone to make that he was a veteran.
This year I could not continue the tradition, so I visited their grave site at Fort Logan National Cemetery. My parents were buried immediately after their service, but the gravestone has not yet been added.
The grocery store had flower arrangements of truly red, white, and blue flowers, but I liked a different arrangement better, so I bought two of them.
The vast majority of grave sites did not have flowers or flags on them. I was there at 11:00 am, the official time of remembrance for Armistice Day and stayed for a while. As I stood there, a small number of people arrived by car to honor their loved one.
Happy Veterans Day, Mom and Dad! I saw one of your old end tables in the ARC store -- your other children donated it, not me -- which was very sad. Today was cold and snowy, but it did make for a certain ambiance. I would have absolutely loved to make it seven dinners in a row.