Memorial Day when I was growing up was always a big deal.  My grandmother would come stay for a week or so, and Mom and Grandma would take a whole day to go visit all the cemeteries around and decorate the graves of family members who had gone on before us.   On my dad’s side, however, we had Grandpa — a WWI vet, and my Dad and most of his brothers were WWII vets.  There was always a parade . Grandpa very proudly dressed up to ride on the float. My Grandpa and my Dad were true heroes. Continue reading