Freedom

Today The Bean and I stood in the heat and the sun for an hour and a half. It was hot and miserable, but I did not mind. We stood and waited for the funeral procession of a local soldier who died in Iraq last week. Sadly, this was our second procession in less than a year. This particular soldier enjoyed restoring Mustangs, so there was a long line of Mustangs in the procession as well as The Partiot Guard. The Patriot Guard is such a wonderful organization. These motorcycle riders lead the procession to the Cemetary to protect the family from any people that may be along the way to cause trouble and spread hate. It is truly a sight that will choke you up. We stood by the street with our hands over our hearts as the procession passed by. I wanted to do this for The Bean to understand our fredom and the sacrifies of others for that freedom. I wanted to do it for us and for the family, but I didn't expect to be thanked or noticed. But, we were. The family waved at us through the windows and said, "Thank you." No, thank you, I wanted to say. But, the words weren't there. Bless that family and all the other families waiting for their loved ones to come home.