Memorial Day is the day set aside to remember the those men and women who have died for this country.
Personally, I’m conflicted about war but I’m clear about this: It isn’t the war, it’s the people – fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, uncles, aunts and cousins – who matter. They matter because of the sacrifice they make.
I visited to Arlington National Cemetery twice when I lived in Washington, D.C. The first thing that struck me were the rows and rows of pearly headstones — stretching as far as my eye could see — set atop a carpet of lush green grass. As I walked around, I was struck by the eerie silence that hangs like a blanket over the cemetery. I found myself whispering when there was no need to. As if talking would be irreverent.
As far as I know, I don’t know anyone who’s buried at Arlington but I know it’s an honor to be.
And having lost close family members, I can imagine the grief their loved ones feel.
Years ago, when a holiday was declared to honor Martin Luther King, many of my friends said we had to make sure that the day didn’t turn into a day for sales.
I’m not sure when Memorial Day weekend became known as the unofficial start of summer or when Memorial Day evolved into a day for sales but to my mind it cheapens the memory of those who paid the ultimate sacrifice.
Arlington National Cemetery is open 365 days a year. From 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. from April to September and from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. from October to March.
Marcia, Your post touches on so many of the issues associated with Memorial Day. I’ve never been to Arlington Cemetery but I have been to the Vietnam Memorial Wall. It’s an emotional process full of sadness and “What ifs”, and”If only…”
It inspires reverence.
I wrote a long reply to your post today and still can’t figure out what I did. I was sure I hit submit but it wasn’t there. I can’t even remember what I said exactly — that’s the worst part!
Marcia, Your post touches on so many of the issues associated with Memorial Day. I’ve never been to Arlington Cemetery but I have been to the Vietnam Memorial Wall. It’s an emotional process full of sadness and “What ifs”, and”If only…”
Thanks for your thought provoking words. Marge
It inspires reverence.
I wrote a long reply to your post today and still can’t figure out what I did. I was sure I hit submit but it wasn’t there. I can’t even remember what I said exactly — that’s the worst part!
Definitely a time for reflection and prayer… Touching picture.
Have a Blessed Memorial Day!
Eliz
It sure is, Elizabeth!
It’s a very humbling experience going to Arlington.
You too,
Marcia