For Most of My Younger Years

Memorial Day has been the day of my birthday party. It falls close to my birthday and since it was a holiday (meaning no school) we took advantage of the day and made a birthday party out of it.

Naturally, the older I get, the more I understand some things. Like what this day is all about. And I really just learned it back in November.

I saw this quote today:

"True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost." ~Arthur Ashe


Memorial Day.
So many lives lost and without fanfare or drama (from our safe, comfortable perspective anyway). And all without much recognition. I am amazed at those who have been and are dedicated to sacrificing everything in order to serve me and my country.

Once, an older gentleman from my neighborhood stood up to say something in church. He broke down as he spoke of his gratitude for the simple acknowledgement and thanks that a younger woman had given him during Sunday School earlier. He was a veteran, and it was close to veterans day.

I will never forget his face. He stood as he spoke- his body bent a little. Strong but worn. He was full of immense gratitude and relief. His service had not been forgotten, he said. Nor those who gave their lives.

A simple thank you from a neighbor meant everything to him. And it had a big impact on me.

I am so thankful. I love having a four day weekend, barbecues, and family time. I love this time of year. But I just needed to jot something down, so I don't forget what this day is really about.

And I'm also going to buy a flag.