Dear Readers,
Happy 100th post on this blog. I'm sure you have enjoyed every single thought that has ever crossed my mind during these babbling times, but don't get too excited that today is the 100th.
What an appropriate day to have a historic post such as this: Memorial Day. Now, Memorial Day may not mean a whole lot to me, but I respect other's feelings towards it without a doubt. The reason it doesn't mean as much in my life? Well, plenty of people around here have relatives in the military and especially loved ones lost while in the line of duty, thus the origin of the holiday. The only person relatively close to me in Military service(so far as I'm aware) happens to be my Grandpa. The one I never knew. He died before I was born, but not before serving in the second World War. My brother carries on his name because he was the first grandchild to be born after he died back in the '80s.
Don't get me wrong, I love this holiday. Who wouldn't be grateful to spend a day honoring veterans of our country's freedom? My Grandfather was a great man, so I'm told. Here's to you, Grandpa.
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