I hope this isn't too long and that you gals will bear with me. I visited my husband's grave in the National Cemetery Saturday. It was his birthday and I was feeling quite sad - missing him, of course, but also feeling bad that I haven't been able to bring him a rose from our yard like I used to do since I moved here and no longer have rose bushes. As I stood there with tears running down my cheeks, a gentleman came up to me and asked if I was visiting someone I loved. I said yes, and it's his birthday today. He asked me if he could place a wreath on the grave. OMG - of course! He gently laid a large, fragrant wreath with a red bow down and walked away. What a wonderful thing to do! I hope he heard my garbled thank you. The smell was so Christmasy! I couldn't resist rubbing the branches and as I broke off a couple to bring home to show my sons, I noticed a label tied to the back that said "Wreaths Across America".
Perhaps some of you have heard of this organization, but I never had. The gentleman never asked for a donation or anything. When I got home, my son searched on line and discovered this volunteer organization brings wreaths made in Maine to each National Cemetery the third Saturday of December each year and randomly places them on veterans' graves. I noticed that my husband's grave was the only one in his whole section to receive one, but I did see some here and there as I left the cemetery. What a wonderful coincidence that we loved our vacations in Maine. It was our favorite state to visit when we lived on the east coast. And that he got the wreath on his birthday!
Sometimes we get caught up in all the negativity surrounding us. Just when it seems that the whole world is out to cheat us, when we see all the ugly happening on the nightly news, when we're fearful every time we venture out, a perfect stranger comes along and makes us realize that there are still good people in the world. People who care. People who give of their time and money to make the world just a tiny bit better.
The tears rolling down my face on the way home weren't sad tears any longer.
Evie