There was a time I didn’t celebrate Memorial Day. The pain was too raw. The anger too smothering The bewilderment too paralyzing.  When the five-year-old Kathy with her hands reverently grasping the miniature flags accompanied her mother, it was an honor to be chosen to be the one that placed the flags by the weathered…

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