Over the years I have been in many cemeteries, beginning with the Lakeview Cemetery in Bridgeport, Connecticut. My first memory of this cemetery was the burial of my grandfather in 1953. I was just a boy at the time but I remember the power of the Orthodox liturgy and the family celebration afterward. Most notably, on Memorial Day I remember the military cemeteries that I have visited – particularly in Russia and Ukraine. Our guidance would tell us that there were upwards of 500,000 graves in cemetery after cemetery. I have visited Arlington National Cemetery a number of times – and the the Vietnam Memorial where I have found the names of three of my dear friends. I hope you have taken some time this week to remember the dead – and to remember, thankfully, that they have not died in vain.