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Once again I'm writing late at night, though this time on a tablet instead of my computer. This seems to be time that I start thinking about things to write about. Tonight I'm thinking about Memorial Day tomorrow and how facebook will be filled with posts and pictures about it and how this day has changed for me over the years. The church I grew up in has always honored those that have served around days like tomorrow and those that have died. And as a kid it and the people there taught me why they're important. But since I was a child that church has changed, it's grown and gotten larger and while that's great it's caused other things to change and we don't do some things anymore. And while they still honor and remember days like tomorrow it doesn't seem to have the same meaning behind it. It seems like now it's just tradition, something that's just done. But, today I was at a different church. I was at a small country church that at most has 40 people on a given Sunday. I was there visiting with my paternal grandmother seeing the pastor and his wife who have been friends of my family since long before I was born. In fact my dad and the pastor grew up together as their parents were friends. Our families have been through a lot together. Anyways, one thing really struck me while we were there, they still remembered and honored those that had served, including the one guy that was there that had served and had been wounded and has a purple heart, and it seemed just as honest and sincere and important as it had at my church when I was a kid. It was great and I loved the whole thing. I'll be going back next weekend and, honestly, for the first time in awhile I'm looking forward to it. Today reminded me what church and tomorrow are about and that there are still people that remember.