I’m home recovering today. I had another wild weekend. I am appreciating a day to just hang out at home. Buck was here this morning but has since headed home with a truck full of plants he got from my garden.
I know someone will ask…the quilt is our design. You can read more about it HERE.
Now it’s time for me to catch up here on the blog. I’m behind again. It seems anything out of my ordinary routine puts me behind so I should be used to it by now…right??
I hope you’ve had a chance to visit family or friends over the weekend but also I hope you’ve taken time to remember what this day truly is.
Something showed up in my Facebook feed about Memorial Day.
I’ve also seen many on Facebook write Happy Memorial Day. If we are taking the day for what it truly is, “Happy Memorial Day” would be a wildly inappropriate comment. There is nothing happy about a serviceman losing their life in service to their country.
So what do we say? …I don’t know. I just know Happy Memorial Day seems wrong.
So many of us, me included have taken Memorial Day Weekend to be a kick-off to summer. A time to renew with family and friends…a time to celebrate graduations and weddings. Many of us take time to visit the cemetery of our own loved ones. That’s all good but I do hope we can at least stop and take a moment to remember what the day is truly set aside for.
I like to take in our local Memorial Day service and often do. Today I didn’t. First off I didn’t know what time it was being held. I thought probably 10 am but didn’t know. Then I was outside finishing some things up with Buck at 9:30 and telling him goodbye when we heard guns firing as they typically do at the service. I figured I had missed it.
Buck left. I went into the house. It was about 9:45 when I looked out my back window and saw the servicemen on the main bridge in town in formation. Then I was sure I had missed it for sure. I decided to stand there, watch the men fire their weapons, and observe a moment of silence. It was the best I could do. I was too late.
Then at 9:50, I heard the scanner and the fire department were going to the service. What?? It was being held at 10 am! I was so confused. By then it was too late to get there. Darn. I did want to go.
I feel good that I did take a moment. It’s the least I could do. The ultimate sacrifice for country is worth taking time to honor.
I want to thank the families who live with the loss of a loved one who served. I say this time and time again. It is not just the soldier who serves. It is the entire family. It’s the family who worries. It’s the family lending the support. It’s the family that changes their lives. It’s the family who is left to mourn.
So…no “happy” Memorial Day wishes from me…I do wish you a Peaceful Memorial Day. May peace spread across our world and no more people have to die through war.