This is a little late as far as posting when it was Memorial Day. Right now I am sitting in our temporary home while we start to the process of looking for a place to live. My husband and I got into Anchorage, Alaska just over 24 hours ago. We’ve been so excited to move here. The journey was long as we traveled both across the country by car and then a very long ferry boat ride.

When my precious daughter passed away almost five years ago Memorial Day took on a whole new meaning for me. Typically we remember those who have served in our country, and rightfully we should. But for me, my daughter will forever more be first on my mind on this day. Because both my husband I are veterans (he is still active duty) our daughter was allowed to be buried in the Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery near Joliet, Illinois. Until we moved to Kentucky, we had gone to her grave on Memorial Day. Two years ago we had a friend stop by her grave since she was going there for someone else and last year, Mari’s aid from the last camp she went two literally two weeks before she got sick went and visited her grave for us.

This year we came into Anchorage, Alaska at about 12:10 am on Memorial Day. Needless to say, we weren’t able to visit her grave. I’m not sure if anyone was able to or not. But that’s okay. She will always be remembered in my heart. She will always be apart of my life. I’m forever grateful to have been her mom and how she changed my life in such positive ways.