Can you even believe that Memorial Day weekend is upon us? Seriously. Does anyone else have moments of panic when you realize how quickly time is passing?
Anyhoo, Memorial Day is one of those holidays that didn’t have much meaning to me when I was younger. It was a day off of school and/or work, and that was about it. Now that I have a family, though, I’m more reflective about its meaning. I love the patriotism of hometown parades (we have a GREAT one), and cry every single time I see the veterans waving to the crowd. My grandpa was a decorated World War II veteran, and he never talked much about his experiences during the war. We always had a sense, though, that he saw a lot of action from the few stories he did share; but, didn’t know that he was decorated until after his death. He never told anyone. So when I see those soldiers proudly marching and waving to younger generations, I’m more appreciative now…and a tad regretful that I wasn’t more so when he was alive so that I could tell him. I hope, though, that I pass on the import of this holiday to our kids so that they know it’s about more than just homemade ice cream and cookouts.
Happy Memorial Day!