Memorial Day is a day for picnics, colorful displays of crepe paper and balloons adorning children's wagons and home-made floats. Across the country, fire engines come down neighborhood streets, blowing their get out of my way horns, and firemen wave to the small crowds as they pass. I am reminded of all this by a small picture of my grandchildren taken seven years ago as they were decorating their float.
It is a day when middle-aged men and women can be seen on the streets, in cars and buses wearing military caps representing the military unit of the war(s) in which they served. Memorial Day is a celebration of our courage and our willingness to overcome the good war, bad war rhetoric and pay homage to the men and women who gave and give their lives in battle.
At the same time, it is a day when children will call us from a picnic blanket to play ball, or fly a kit, or read a story, or seek our praise for something they have discovered in the ground, on a stone, or in the water. Memorial Day, regardless of the weather or national crisis, is a day when we can enjoy that which we have and be grateful for the wonder of where we are.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments
(
Atom
)
No comments :
Post a Comment