Memorial Day didn't used to mean much to me. But it seems like the older I get and the more I think about what happens in the world, or has happened in my family, there's just so much meaning to days like today. I don't know how I could have NOT thought today was important.
Memorial Day is about honoring those who have come, and gone, before us. Those lost in war hold a special place in my heart. Military people of any kind amaze me. They are selfless and willing to sacrifice themselves for my family's safety. There are not enough words to say a proper thank you.
Today I also remember those who are dear to me, who are no longer living. Their presence on earth is not forgotten, nor are the special moments that I had with them. I strongly believe in an after life, but while we are temporarily separated I will not forget.
I am also lucky to live a small town with a cemetery full of my ancestors. Most of them I didn't know, but my grandma did. And every year she honors them with visits and flowers. And I'm going to make sure that tradition stays alive. And someday I'll get to meet those people, and they'll say, "Remember the flowers you put on my grave in 2020? Those things were HIDEOUS." It'll be great.
I encourage everyone to take a second to think about lost soldiers and loved ones today. To make sure this day matters. To always remember.