Today was the day we are supposed to remember our honored war dead, and to thank all who have served our county as members of the military. People usually just “celebrate” by cooking outside and getting drunk.
I took the boys down to the Memorial Day parade, explaining to Isaac that we are going to wave at the soldiers and thank them for their service. There was a time when I viewed these kinds of events as a sort of propaganda, similar that of the Soviets of yesteryear or the North Koreans now. Cynical, I know. But, today I felt differently. Our country is at war, and I watched the parade with sadness and a sense of loss at the sacrifice these men and women have made and are making. I wish I took pictures, but I was too busy weeping and waving and shouting thank you to every soldier, every vet, who passed. Also especially touching were the Gold Star Mothers. I wish I could think of something poignant enough to say about them. I just hope I never have to become one.
Happy Memorial Day.
Knitting Interrupted 
How cool. I kind of wish that we had a parade near here…maybe we do, and I never looked. It’s funny, I have been finding myself talking to my children about all the faces on the memorial wall at our local memorial park. And also telling them that we need to be thankful for all that has been given to us, and the sacrafices that have been made so that we can live the life that we do. I hate the war we are in, but I cannot be anything less that 100% grateful to every one of those soldiers who is risking their own life for the dream that I am priviledged to live.
Now I’m crying too. Sigh.
Happy Memorial Day!