Memorial Day

When you’re young, Memorial Day often means watching a parade, hearing the marching bands and covering your ears as cannons are set off. You get a little older and maybe now you’re marching in the parade, rejoicing in the camaraderie of whatever troupe you’re a part of and feeling pride in your patriotic outfit. Finally, you reach an age when you’re examining a holiday for its meaning and not just the reason you get the day off of work. I thought a lot today about honoring our servicemen and women who sacrificed their lives to protect our freedom. Our country celebrates in memoriam.
I don’t want a funeral when I die, I’d like a memorial party. Sure, I don’t deserve a parade, but then again, I probably won’t die defending Americans’ rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. We’ve been partying all weekend remembering the soldiers fallen in war. And although I was thinking about those who have given their lives for our country, I also thought about the people I have known who lost their own fights. Their lives were celebrated in my mind today too, because most people die after fighting some sort of battle. Unfortunately, it’s often a battle with cancer. (I’m hoping to dodge the draft for that one).
Thank you both to the service people who have protected my country and my freedoms and also many thanks to those who have affected my life on a more personal level. Neither group has been, or ever will be, forgotten.

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