These older folks were standing on the courthouse square during a street festival this weekend.
Owen wanted to see the dog. I wanted to speak to the demonstrators. One told me he was a WWII veteran.
"Is that the dog's name around his neck?" Owen asked me.
"No," I told her, and then I tried to explain what the signs mean, what "Peace" means.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, I found myself in tears and unable to speak. Finally I choked out an explanation and gave her a hug before moving on to enjoy the festival.
This Memorial Day I am remembering those who have died for us, and I am praying that there will be peace so that no more have to die.