My brother and his teenage daughters came to visit for the weekend. Because I live so close to Washington, DC he wanted to head up there and see the sites with his girls. A day of sunny blue skies and crisp fall air lead the way for our travels.
Our first stop was Arlington Cemetery to see our dads headstone. Sticking with tradition we placed our stones of remembrance on top....although I bring seashells, rule breaker that I am. The whole of Arlington was at peace and felt like the resting place it needed to be for those who fought for our freedom. Dad rest under the large tree above. The light shining through it seemed to set it aglow. Memories flowed around us all. Today was the 18th anniversary of our moms death as well. With my hand on the headstone I addressed mom and dad both and encouraged them to be kind to one another.
We also visited the Holocaust Museum. No pictures are allowed and I wouldn't want to take any there. This was such a contrast to the peacefulness of Arlington. It felt as if the departed refused to rest as long as their story could be told. The faces of those who were callously murdered stared out at the visitors and both were silenced by the deeds done. It was the end of our day and it cast a somber note and reminded us that our life is precious. As a family, we walked to the Metro in the dimming light and let those we had been reminded of throughout the day rest easy in our minds.