Arlington National Cemetery: Uniform lines of white headstones, falling leaves, departed souls, the rhythmic step at the tombs of the unknown, and the stories lingering, clinging, and piling up...like these and these and those that are close to my heart.
Thank you to my grandfather (WWII), my father (Korea), my uncles (Vietnam), my cousins, my husband, our friends, and all of the other brave men and women who have or who are currently serving our country.
May I give you my parents' location for next year?
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