Escorted by Patriots....

Yesterday,
as I drove my sporty new Fit to the edge of our neighborhood,
I came across a rather elegant group of bikers (Harleys) with large American flags trailing behind them.....
At first surprised, and then dismayed as I immediately saw the hearse and the SUV carrying the half dozen or so uniformed young men following behind.
Then the cars with their lights on and flashing......
At the very least a hundred of them....
All traffic stopped..
There I sat in silence, as a lump swelled in my throat.
By the time the end of the line of cars passed, I was crying out right.
I have 3 teen age boys.....
It could have been them.
How very sad on this holiday weekend that we celebrate our freedom....
to watch a true patriot pass...
I am so very proud that the men who rode those Harleys were escorting him (or her), as I feel strongly that they know from whence he came..

We are so very blessed, let's try not to forget it.