As I get older I appreciate each day more. Being retired when some say ‘every day is a Saturday’ is a trite way to look at life. Every day is a gift. And with the Coronavirus pandemic even more so. Anyhow it’s a Monday and the last Monday of May. But, more than that, it is Memorial Day. For most it makes for a long weekend and an opportunity the go fishing, work in the garden, mow the lawn, or do a million things a day off from work allows. (For many there have been far too many days off these past several weeks. My heart goes out to those who have been furloughed or lost their jobs).
Memorial Day this year will be different in that there will be few displays of patriotism — no ceremonies at cemeteries, no parades, and few signs of appreciation for those who deserve our highest appreciation. . . the men and women who gave their lives for our freedom. Think about that reality for a long moment today. They were mostly young with the dreams of youth — a sweetheart, marriage, family, a home, or maybe a college degree. Whatever their hopes may have been, they served our country first and foremost. As an American, I pray: “May God give each of them an eternal peace in his heavenly kingdom.” God bless us all, and our fallen heros in a special way.