Monday, December 12, 2011
Ceremony of the wreaths.
On Saturday, Damian and I went with my parents to the Fort Smith National Cemetery, where both of my maternal grandparents were put to rest. (My grandfather was in WWII). We were there for the ceremony of the wreaths, which takes place in national cemeteries across America every second Saturday of December.
There was hot chocolate, prayer, a children's choir, a flyover by the Air National Guard, a 21 gun salute, and two trumpeters, who played taps. It was emotional but also beautiful and joyful, as I sensed unified feelings of respect, honor, and gratitude.
My mother officially declared the ceremony of the wreaths a new family tradition. She's The Mom. She can do that. :)
You can read more about the ceremony here, if you like.