Yesterday, I went to the Memorial Day event and listened to Ducey and other stealers talk about the men and women who have died in the line if services who fight for what we have everyday. We prayed and fried as we listened to others talk about their loved ones in service. The military played songs and called out names of those in different divisions. It was honorable, beautiful and bitter sweet. We then walked to my grandpas grave and laid flowers down as we paid out respects and prayed over him.