For many people in this country, the upcoming Memorial Day is about having a three-day weekend to bar-b-que, have friends over, go on a short vacation or just relax. Retail stores, outlets and places to purchase treasures are all having those notorious Memorial Day Sales events where we can buy things at 20% off or more. In fact, I noticed this year that the Memorial Day sales started earlier than usual. It’s like the department stores want to get a jump on making the almighty dollar earlier and earlier. While I always love a great sale, a fun bar-b-que and all, it is hard to witness many who have completely forgotten why we have this special day, to begin with.
Let me tell you the honest truth. Memorial Day is not a fun day for me. In fact, the whole Memorial weekend stinks. The reason I feel this way is because my firstborn son is not here to celebrate any weekends or special moments where things are on sale and people gather to drink beer or celebrate and relax at the beach. My son served his country and now we live without him here. I’m a proud Mama. I love his courage, his desire to do something for his country that is meaningful, and his tenacity in the face of a system that is partially broken. Yes, I am talking about our US Military. Anyone who has served knows it is not an easy life and the chance of risking one’s life is always there.
Since the inception of our country, men and now women, have fought to keep our country a place of freedom and safety. Men and women are deployed for months and often more at a time to fight battles in places we don’t even live on behalf of peace, fairness, and freedom. Humanity has lost its mind if we think dishonoring our heroes can be captured in moments of shopping sprees and gatherings is a great thing. Real people lose their lives through sacrifice and a sense of duty on behalf of us all.
This should be a moment of pride, honor, and even mourning. For those of us who have lost our loved ones, Memorial Day is both a time of honor and grief. Believe me, it never ends. The month of May has become the worst month for me of the year. Not only is it the anniversary of my son’s birthday but a three-day weekend reminder that he is no longer with us here on earth.
Please keep in mind there are many people like me who would give up their three-day weekend fun in the sun just to hug their loved ones again. Although it hurts a great deal, I am proud to be the mother of someone who honored his country the best way he could. I will always love him. I will always miss him, and I will always feel every moment of the grief others experience alongside me during our Memorial weekend. It was created to honor and remember the fallen. Let’s keep things in perspective. PLEASE!
Loving you from here,
“Military grieving mom and one who keeps things in perspective.”