By: Gabriela Yareliz
I always cry on Memorial Day. The closing ceremony of the parade always gets me. Usually, it’s when I hear names read off of people we refuse to forget, or when they tell the stories of heroism we shouldn’t lose sight of.
I cry when I see the gold star moms hold up photos of their sons. I cry when I see elderly veterans with canes carry wreaths, remembering those they fought alongside with. Their faces, impossible to read.
As was aptly said yesterday, we remember every day. Every day is Memorial Day.
We remain grateful for sacrifice, courage and freedom. We remember.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 