Close your eyes. Listen to the sound of the water rushing. Listen to the songs of the birds in the trees. Feel the mountain breeze blow across your face. It doesn't get much better than this feeling right here.You're in the mountains. This reminds me so much of where you were born, in the mountains of West Virginia. You are a mountain girl. I'm so proud of you.
So I choose to detach my cerebral cortex from the mainframe of chaos and let it wander with reflective purpose amidst the grandeur of our wilderness and waterways. It's a choice I make every Memorial Day. To me it's the ideal way to honor my father and to honor the country he died serving.