At church this morning I saw a friend who is a fellow combat veteran. Out of pure habit I said, “Hey buddy, happy Memorial Day.” As the very words were coming out of my mouth I regretted them. I had already said that same phrase to at least 15 other people. It’s what you’re supposed to say. But as I said those words and looked in the vet’s eyes I realized he feels the exact same feelings I feel on this holiday. This day is designed with the specific intention of remembering the fallen. For most it is like a junior 4th of July. A day to cook out and feel patriotic and say “I’m grateful for those who paid for freedom.” And that’s great. We SHOULD feel and express those things. I love celebrating a country I’m very proud of and the heroes who have defended it with their lives.
But in that moment I realized that “Happy” was not the correct word to describe this day. For some, like my friend at church and I, the major thought on this day isn’t cookouts or a generic form of patriotism. For those who can picture the faces of the people this day was created to remember, the day is not happy. For some, Memorial Day is more heavy than happy. It is a day of gratefulness, reverence, remembrance and sadness. It’s amazing how the same day can mean different things and feel so differently to various people.
I’m not sure what the point of this post is. I don’t want to offer any advice or say I have some deep insight on anything. I guess I’m just sharing a moment and some thoughts. Today I’m thinking of brothers who didn’t make it home with us. I’m thinking of widows, parents, children and fiancés that I know who aren’t having a happy day. I’m thinking of other veterans who feel the same heaviness I do right now. I wish all of these a very “meaningful” Memorial Day.
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