We aren’t good at Memorial Day around here. It’s not one of our greatest talents.
I feel Memorial Day but I don’t Pinterecize it. There are no patriotically-colored layered drinks or jello molds. I don’t have deceased family nearby to visit.
And every year when it comes, I am in that end-of-school frenzy and I’m so relieved to have a day off.
I plan food and we play games and in the back of my mind is a vague guilt. I think about death and sacrifice and I feel like I should do more. But I don’t know how.
We talk to our kids about the men and women who hold up our freedoms with their lives. We honor them. We try to live our lives in a way that would make them proud, that would show we never take one day of our freedom for granted.
We thank them. We know it’s not enough.
Thank you for this. I also wondered if my family was doing Memorial Day “right.”