Today I’m full of hope. It’s based around the struggles that our men and women have fought on our behalf, strained for with flesh and blood, given their lives for. It’s knowing that my freedom isn’t free; that it was paid at a terrible cost, that mothers and fathers cried many nights for their loss. I am able to live because they died and this statement bears down on my soul every day. So today, I memorialize and remember the gift of freedom served to us by those who counted a terrible cost and deemed it worthy.