A friend of mine's younger brother died in Afghanistan last year. He was young, full of life, and was serving his country when he was killed. Today, we remember him and all of those who have died fighting for our freedom. They were sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, friends, cousins; and I have no doubt that they are all deeply missed.
While some have paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom, all of those who have fought have made sacrifices. They have left parts of their bodies, at times, and parts of their souls on the battlefield, and are forever changed.
Today, we remember those who lost their lives. I know that Memorial Day is dedicated to the memory of those who have died serving their country, I think that it is also an appropriate time to also thank those who continue to risk their lives for our freedom.
I was talking to Henry about Memorial Day a few days ago and told him that he did not have to go to school today because of Memorial Day. When he asked about the day, I told him that today is a special day to thank the soldiers.
This morning, as we were walking downstairs, Henry said, "Mom, are the soldiers coming to our house." Me, "No, buddy, they will be with their own families." Henry, "Well how are we supposed to tell them thank you." It was a very sweet exchange, and we settled on that we would tell a solider thank you if we saw one out today or any day.
We had a very nice day. Ran some errands, got some new plants for our house, and some friend came over late this afternoon. They came armed with two lasagnas and two peanut butter pies to stock our freezer. What great friends! We'll enjoy reaching for those in the coming months when we don't feel up to cooking, which happens pretty often after treatments.
Happy Memorial Day, and thank you to all who have served, especially John Pelham who made the ultimate sacrifice.
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