This was supposed to go up on, you know, Memorial Day. But it didn’t. Clearly this is WP’s fault and has nothing to do with user error on my part. Clearly. Right?
Happy Memorial Day. It’s such a weird phrase right? Happy day of honoring those who died in service to ensure we could have BBQ and picnics and parades. On one hand I truly believe the best way to honor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice is to do just that…partake in the very American way of life they died to protect. Wave the flags and enjoy the day. Yet, yet…it’s not a happy day.
This year, like last, we attended the PBS Memorial Day Concert on the lawn at the Capitol and it is times like these that I feel really grateful to live in the DC Area. If you ever have the chance to attend this live, do. One of the most moving sections was Charles Durning who passed away on Christmas Eve of last year, was featured in a a video diary of sorts speaking about D-Day. He stormed the beach, and I hope they put it on youtube ASAP because it was incredibly moving and should be required viewing when learning about World War two.
Of course we brought munchies and snacks and enjoyed the beautiful music. This was a very somber concert. Some years are very YAY! America! But this was truly a somber and moving experience. Twenty two soldiers and veterans commit suicide a day. Twenty two. I learned that at the concert. We must do something about this statistic, we must find a better way to support our veterans and soldiers; the ones who are willing to face such unspeakable situations for US. Twenty two is twenty two too many.
I held my babies close, one in his favorite puffy vest and one in his favorite Batman hoodie and thanked God for my good fortune to be born in America. Then I prayed that neither of my babies should ever have to go to war. That your babies never have to go to war.
Bless our soldiers, here there and everywhere. It’s an incredible thing they do, risking their lives to protect us.