I think everyone has a special someone on their minds for Memorial Day. People they want to remember and honor. Here are my family’s “guards.” About a week ago Preston and I were outside eating Popsicles, he asked me how my late husband Dana died. So, I told him. He asked me if I had a picture of him. I said there was a picture of him right next to his Mom In Heaven on the wall upstairs. He said “Oh yeah! They are our guards!” I asked him what he meant and he told me that he knew they watched out for us and so does Great Grandpa Jones. I asked him how he knew that. And he said Primary. I told him he was right. They are our Guardian Angels.