Visiting my parents’ graves at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery is always a poignant experience. The serene atmosphere, punctuated by the occasional rustling of leaves, provides a sense of peace. Sometimes, I’ll pause to watch the deer gracefully wander through the rows of headstones, their presence a reminder of the delicate balance between honoring the past and respecting the natural world that surrounds us.

Dropped by to say Merry Christmas to mom and dad and snap some pictures while we were there.

Thanksgiving Day is just a day set aside to remind us to give thanks for the known and unknown persons that have given in some way to make the world we live in a better place. Give thanks is good for the soul.