Over the weekend my mom put together a truly beautiful memorial service for my Great Uncle Ralph 
(my Grandma Stella's brother). 

I honestly didn't think it would be too terribly emotional 
as he lived a wonderful and long life (89 years!), 
but death has a habit of stirring up stale emotions 
that you didn't even know were hiding. 
And I'm certain that my whole family shed
several extra tears on account of my Grams 
(as it's hard to believe it's already been a year).

But it got me thinking (again) 
about how precious life really is 
and how much gratitude we owe to those 
that have paved the path before us. 

My Great Uncle Ralph served in WWII, was a prisoner of war,
 and received the badge of honor of a Purple Heart.
A real life American hero.

So it was only fitting that the memorial be 
held so close to the 4th of July holiday. 

It physically warmed my heart 
as we all sent an extra prayer 
to the brave men and women who
have fought, and continue to fight, 
for our freedom. 

You will be missed, Ralph. 

We thank you and we love you. 

  Please give my Grandma a big giant hug from me :)