Imagine getting a visit in the middle of the night informing you that your spouse or child has been killed in action. I cannot even begin to imagine that pain. But how much worse it must have been for families that never had their fallen loved one returned to them? That kind of pain is almost inconceivable. I was honored to participate in a wreath laying ceremony at The Tomb of the Unknowns at Arlington National Cemetery and wanted to share my experience. 

The little things matter. Even if no one will ever know. Thankfully 99.99% of the funeral professionals I’ve had the pleasure of knowing get this.