Thoughts on Memorial Day Weekend
Sunday, May 24, 2015
All across the nation, families are barbecuing, and friends are getting together outdoors with food and drink to celebrate the day. At first thought, this seems almost irreverent, given that Memorial Day was designated to honor the fallen. We owe the abundance we take for granted, though, to these very men and women, these children, really, who were willing to write a blank check to the rest of us, if it meant preserving the gifts bestowed upon us by our hard-won freedom. Our fallen heroes rest, after jobs well done, and we acknowledge their valor by celebrating, because we can, because we should, because they made it possible with their blood, in the presence of horrors that we will never have to face.
Today I honor my father, my uncle, my grandfather, my cousin, and countless strangers who have come and gone and deemed their service to their country worthy of their very lives. Today I honor those who survived, but left their peace of mind in places I will never hear mention of again. Today I honor everyone who stepped up to willingly sacrifice themselves for a greater cause, for me, for you, for the America of our forefathers, that dusty dream still held so sacred by so many.
And I honor them by honoring perhaps the greatest gift they gave me: self-determination. That, in the end, is what we as a nation, are all about. I will treat myself with respect and with reverence, I will nourish my body and my mind and my spirit with forethought and with care, and I will make my life a testament to the worthiness of their legacy.
And as I walk this evening and breathe in the beauty of nature, I will lift up a silent prayer of thanksgiving. Anything is possible in this world they didn't survive to see.