Happy Memorial Day!
That's my Darling Daughter playing "Taps" for the memorial ceremony. I always cry, not just because it's D.D. (although that makes me cry harder) but because it's such a moving moment. The Master of Ceremonies reads the name of every serviceman from Glen Ridge who died in a war and then the lone trumpet rings out with the haunting melody of farewell.
Okay, I need to go find another Kleenex.
Labels: Memorial Day
posted by Nancy Herkness at 4:28 PM
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Our young friends (just graduated from high school) played Taps together for the final time on Monday. The song itself always puts tears in my eyes but knowing that that was the last time that Philip and Savannah would play together added depth to the bittersweet passage of time.
Oh Lori, you too! I'm glad there's another weeper on the blog. :-)
My family went to the Memorial Day celebrations at Polson, MT. As a child, my brother and I had participated in these parades, but after 35 years, I had moved past the joy of candy. I found the jets and helicopters flying over the parade route, as well as the 70 minutes of honoring of our military, all brought a lump to my throat. Polson is on the Flathead Indian Reservation, so many of these floats had the drummers to honor the tribal members serving or those that had served...it was very moving.
Taps makes my throat tight every time - and usually makes me teary-eyed.
That's lovely. I think that hearing/seeing her play would make me cry as well. (I suspect there's a lot of weepers on this blog.) =)
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