Traditions
Isn’t it strange how some things become traditions? Early in our marriage my husband insisted we visit the graves of our ancestors to leave flowers at each grave every Memorial Day. We’d travel from Kansas City to the Fort Scott 1st National Cemetery in Kansas, then on to Nevada, MO, and then out to Harwood, MO. Now that he’s gone, different family members and I follow the pilgrimage to the letter. Because it’s a several hour trip, we always stop…