I fought tears the entire time we stood on Omaha Beach. It was windy and gray…perfect really if you thank about it.
I wished it was sunny so that I could put on my big, dark sunglasses and hide the fact that my eyes just wouldn’t stop brimming with tears.
The girls seemed like they weren’t really listening to our tour guide, they made sandcastles and watched the water. They let us listen and think. The tour guide’s words washed over me like the waves on the shore.
More than 2500 Americans died here on D-Day.
10,000 Allied casualties on D-day.
The tide would wash the men’s bodies in and then wash them back out.
Many of these men never had any battle training at all.
And all of the hair on my arms stood on end. My heart broke a little bit.
It was a tricky situation- I wanted the girls to understand the importance of this place. The sacrifice that was made and the lives that were lost.
Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.
But I didn’t want to scare them too much….because, you see, their daddy goes away a lot to do scary things.
After we finished with the tour guide, we had a bit of free time to just walk and think.
The girls and I walked up the hill and looked out over the beach. They were uncharacteristically quiet and somber…they could feel the mood of the moment even if they didn’t know why.
I heard Sadie’s quiet voice say “Mama?”
“All of these families? They were waiting for their daddies to come home just like we were.”
She got it. She put into words what I couldn’t quite express.
It was a moment I’ll never forget.