05/24/2026
Remembering those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. Thank You!
Freedom cost somebody their son or daughter
Somebody’s little boy or girl
grew up to become somebody’s sacrifice.
And maybe that is the part
we do not think about enough on Memorial Day.
Because before the uniform,
before the medals,
before the folded flags and cemetery stones—
They were just a child once.
A boy who rode bikes too fast down the driveway.
Who stayed out too late with his friends in the summer.
Who laughed with her whole chest.
Who once reached for her mother’s hand crossing the street.
He had favorite songs.
She had favorite meals.
Dreams for their future.
Maybe he wanted to become a father someday.
Maybe she dreamed of building a home somewhere quiet.
Maybe he imagined gray hair and grandchildren and growing old beside the woman he loved.
But instead—
She became part of the price freedom demanded.
And somewhere tonight,
a mother still whispers her name through tears.
A father still remembers teaching him how to throw a baseball.
A wife still reaches across an empty side of the bed.
Children still wonder what their dad’s voice sounded like in person.
Because freedom did not just cost lives.
It cost futures.
It cost ordinary moments
most of us barely stop to notice anymore.
Birthday candles.
First dances.
Wedding anniversaries.
Christmas mornings.
Holding grandchildren for the first time.
All the small beautiful things
they never got to live long enough to experience.
And yet—
they still went.
Still served.
Still fought.
Still laid down their tomorrow
for people they would never even meet.
For us.
For a country full of strangers
they believed was worth protecting.
That kind of sacrifice is hard to comprehend.
Because most people spend their lives trying to preserve themselves.
Yet these men and women
offered themselves up willingly
so generations after them could live free.
So children could sleep peacefully at night.
So families could gather safely around dinner tables.
So Americans could wake up every morning
under skies still marked by freedom.
And maybe that is why Memorial Day should humble us.
Because every ordinary freedom we enjoy
was once protected by somebody willing to die for it.
Every laugh echoing across a backyard this weekend.
Every child running barefoot through the grass.
Every firework lighting up the summer sky.
All of it exists
because somebody else never came home.
Freedom cost somebody their son.
Somebody’s daughter.
Somebody’s husband.
Somebody’s wife.
Somebody’s best friend.
Someone deeply loved.
And this Memorial Day,
may we never become so comfortable in freedom
that we forget
how much it truly cost.
