May has gone. Mother’s Day has passed. Memorial Day forgotten. I’m not complaining, just thinking how we celebrate and/or grieve, but life goes on. I’m glad that happens. But I’m sorry sometimes that I don’t hang on to “special” moments a little longer.
Linda at shoreacres posted a blog about Decoration Day turned to Memorial Day. That blog made me decide to give attention to some detail, to do something to take note of the holiday. I purposed to do five things that I would not do if it were not Memorial Day week-end. Simple, but rare. These were my five things:
- I went to Walmart. What, that’s special? The reason I went was special. I was sure there would be a veteran there giving away poppies. So I went to get a poppy, and make a donation. I visualized some honorable men who are sitting together in a center somewhere busily making crepe paper poppies to give away, reminding me of the sacrifices that were made in behalf of my country’s freedom.
- In that Walmart parking lot, I saw a car with a “Vet” license tag. Close by was a man with a cane walking toward the store. I asked him if he was the veteran who was driving that car. He said he was, so I expressed my thanks for his service. A couple members of his family were with him. They seemed so pleased that their “special person” was recognized.
- I went to a historical museum and soaked up memories of the past, trying to get into the lives of some people who helped make my life stable as they fought the rigors of the past.
- I posted the blog “Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche, They Say,” in recognition of honorable men I have known. I also used that theme in a speech Sunday night.
- I drove out to the cemetery just to look around and remind myself to be thankful for wonderful people whose time on this earth has passed. I relate three things that made that experience worthwhile. 1. I talked to and prayed with a broken man who was bringing a flower and a wind disc to leave on his wife’s grave. She was young, but gone two years. 2. I met two ladies who were cleaning a headstone for a grandfather and his brother. They brought new flags for their honored vets. 3. I was saddened by a plaque that said, “Mother and baby. 1900-1923.” Quite probably lives lost in the birth process.
Little things. Simple things. Important things. All adding up to a special week-end.