Becky paused as a pair of men carried the new large flag toward the town hall building. She returned their smiles and nods of thanks before stepping off the curve and walking across the street. Her friend Peter stood against a lamppost at the corner and nodded as she approached.
“Looks like the towns almost ready.”
“Yeah. They’re really going all out this year.”
He nodded. “Everyone loved your brother. It’s a shame he never made it back.”
Becky wiped a tear from her eye. “Yeah. He would’ve loved this. He always said we never appreciated what we had.”