Each year, the National Cemeteries in both Fort Smith and Fayetteville, have a Christmas Honors Ceremony to honor the lives of those men and women who so courageously fought for our country....our freedom. I have never attended the ceremony in Fayetteville, but I have been to the one in Fort Smith for the last couple of years. Families of loved ones lost are encouraged to come out early and place a wreath at the headstone. It was peaceful....Josh Groban was playing over the loud speaker. With coffee in hand on that crisp December morning, I observed as people were bustling about, choosing the perfect wreath for their loved one, taking pictures, saying prayers..... heads were bowed in silence, an elderly woman knelt to kiss her husbands grave, and parents and children shared a few laughs about their lost relative. My heart was filled with joy for such an incredible celebration, and also sadness for the loss of my Grandfather, Grandma, and friend, Jason, and for all those missing their loved one (or ones) during the Holiday season.
Today, I stopped by the cemetery in Fayetteville to say hello to my Grandma, and to get a few pictures of her Christmas decorations :) My Grandma had the most contagious laugh. When I was 5, she taught me how to spell Llama. She spray painted her shoes to match her dress for our wedding. They turned out really beautiful! And in the kitchen: Emprovise. She taught that to my mom, who passed that down to me....just ask Justin, I can make anything out of nothing ;) Thank you, Grandma! I love you :)

This year, my dad let me place the wreath on my Granddad's grave. I truly felt honored, since that's HIS dad. And to my dad: Thank you :) This will be our second Christmas without having to wait an hour for him to finish dinner before opening presents lol! He was the slowest eater EVER...but he enjoyed each and every single bite! That's the way it SHOULD be....he reminds me from time to time to just slow down and enjoy life. Granddad, I wasn't ready for you to leave. I miss you so much. I wish you would have had the chance to meet Connor, but I know you probably look down on us and laugh at him.....and probably Justin and I too in all of our "first time parent" glory lol. You had 3 boys....you know how it is! :) Merry Christmas, Granddad! I love you.

Jason, it seems like yesterday when you randomly popped in to town, unexpected, and called me and Julie to come hang out with you at Hog Calls. It had been a long time since the last time I had seen you because you joined the Navy and moved to California. A very short time later, you were gone....forever. I thank God from time to time for allowing me a chance to tell you Goodbye in person one last time. You had a smile that was to die for.....and you shared it with everyone. I had a really nice conversation with your dad on Saturday. We talked about some of the old crew and where time had taken us all, and I told him about the time you and I went mudding behind Southside and the axle broke on your Bronco leaving us stranded in the rain lol! We talked about your brother and how he looks JUST like you, Jason. Only you could survive 3 tours in Iraq and then crash your silly motorcycle when you returned home. I was devestated to hear the news, as I had never lost a friend before. Your funeral was the first one I had ever attended....I stood beside Brian Floyd who let me sob all over his shoulder. I miss you, buddy. I look forward to seeing you again soon! :)
