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.