And I'm not just talking about the weather.
We're coming to the end of the school year. There are parties being planned, presents to be given, and events to go to. And it's a little overwhelming - this storm before the calm of summer - that my daily to-do list contains sub-lists, and I can barely scratch those off.
So I was glad to have this weekend, to recharge and to kind of put everything aside for a moment. Memorial Day's true meaning of remembering the fallen made me put things in perspective. Our family has survived two long deployments thus far (and that is few compared to many military families I know), and I count my blessings each and everyday that I have my soldier here, still with us.
Fifteen years ago, Memorial Day meant older veterans. It meant wars that were over and done with. Of history long ago. It's no longer this way. Memorial Day also means now, it also meant yesterday, two weeks ago, and 9/11 . The face of Memorial Day has changed. It means knowing someone young with their whole life ahead of them die in war. It means knowing a family today who's had to endure the knock at the door.
As a military spouse, we live with this knowledge everyday...but after hanging our flag on Friday, reality set in hard and fast. I tossed my to-do list, and guffawed at my forgetfulness. Because the truth is this: it's really not over yet. My flag flies in memorium for everyone that has given their life for our country, but also in solidarity to keep the War Figher/Peace Keeper's spirit alive.
Lest We Forget, and Until They All Come Home.
Happy Memorial Day, everyone.