Memorial Day

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I think it’s because the weather always seems to be great for the first time all year.

The cleanup is always cathartic as well and I seem to do a lot of that on Memorial Day weekend. When we were young that was the weekend when the garden went in.

So it’s always a working weekend.

And it’s my favorite weekend of the year.

I thought about it in the context of what it’s all about as I mowed the lawn.

Men and women killed in action.

They deserve a Memorial Day that’s full of fun and family and good food.

This year there are also 100,000 dead Americans who deserve our grace, respect and more than a passing thought.

That’s a sad thing to think about, and what’s making it much worse is that some are disrespecting the memory of those people by fighting about how insignificant it appears to be when put up against the flu numbers.

Or surrounding someone wearing a mask and chanting

“Take it off.”

(I saw that video).

Or getting into a pool with 500 people you don’t know.

(The Ozarks).

Or walking down a boardwalk in Ocean City, Md., or on a beach with hundreds of others in Alabama.

Somehow that seems disrespectful to me. To the memory of those who died. And I don’t care if you think 70 or 75 or 80 is old enough.

Those people had families, lives to live and days left that they no longer have.

And that’s sad.

(They aren’t all “old” BTW).

You hear a lot about prayer and church services and God having control...

...some of the same people are minimizing things.

(More sadness).

So, Memorial Day is still a wonderful day to remember all we lost in all those wars. An ultimate sacrifice.

Loses a little steam when some can’t even make the sacrifice of wearing a mask to protect others.

Feels weird.

But...

...have a wonderful day.

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