I write this post smack in the middle of Memorial Day Weekend. We, like so many Americans, enjoy grilled food on the back deck. We notice the American flags secured proudly on front lawns and in the parks. We bow our heads and give thanks for the sacrifice others gave so we can be a free nation. We celebrate our freedom. Another kind of memorial Tom and I changed from our jeans and t-shirts into dressier clothes and drove into town yesterday afternoon. He mentioned during the drive to the funeral home that we have spent several weekends attending memorials in the last months. I balanced the pasta salad on my lap that I prepared for the reception after the service, and we lamented the passing of yet another good friend, our chiropractor, Danny. It touched Tom and I deeply that the family invited us to the intimate service as well as the public one. We joked that they better choose a place like the county fairgrounds for that one to hold all the people Danny loved