On Memorial Day: A Moment for Meaning
It’s a strange thing, isn’t it? How a weekend meant for remembrance often becomes one of indulgence. We fire up the grill, crack open a beer, laugh with friends, and we should. Life is meant to be lived, after all. But if we fail to remember why we’re able to enjoy that life in peace and comfort, we risk something more profound than forgetfulness. We risk ingratitude.
As you gather with family this weekend, barbecue tongs in hand, laughter echoing across backyards and parks, I’d ask you to stop. Not for long, just long enough to think.
Because this weekend is not simply a break from work or a mark on the calendar. It is a painful, sobering, and necessary reminder of what it means to dedicate oneself to something beyond the self.
Memorial Day is not a celebration in the conventional sense. It is a commemoration, an act of moral memory. It asks us to reckon, however briefly, with the lives that were given so that others—you, me, our children—might be free to live ours without the constant shadow of war.
It’s about service. Not the transactional kind. A deeper, selfless service. The kind that plants itself in a purpose larger than the self and grows into something unshakably noble. And that’s no small thing. That’s everything.
Think about the cost.
There’s a boy who only knows his father from faded photographs and the solemn stories his grandmother tells. A daughter who sets an extra place at the table each year, even though she knows her mother won't be walking through that door. A wife who falls asleep with a folded flag in her hands. A mother who receives a phone call that tears her world in two.
That’s the cost of defending the fragile miracle we so often take for granted.
And it’s not just about soldiers. It’s about families. It’s about generations reshaped by loss and built upon sacrifice. It’s about the weight of memory and how we choose to carry it. It’s an invitation to reflect on the moral weight of service, the price of principles, and the staggering courage of those who stood in the breach.
So yes, enjoy your weekend. Be with those you love. Hug your children tightly. Tell the people around you what they mean to you. That is part of what they fought for. But do so with awareness. Do so with reverence.
Because in a world that so often reduces meaning to noise, Memorial Day remains one of the few days that demands stillness, an internal reckoning. It whispers, “Do not forget.”
And perhaps that’s the most human thing of all, to remember the ones who gave everything, so that we might forget for a moment what war feels like.
That’s not just patriotism. That’s responsibility.
And that’s what it means to live in the shadow of their sacrifice.
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