A little over a month ago, my family suffered a tremendous loss. We lost our Patriarch. We lost my Father-In-Law. A retired marine who fought in the Gulf War, who worked tirelessly to help veterans receive benefits and was a Chaplain, firefighter, father, grandfather, friend. He was greatly loved as evidenced by the outpouring of charity and tears for his funeral.
I have been guilty of seeing Memorial Day as a long weekend that kicked off summer in the past; a time to go to the beach or pool or what have you. Then I married into a military family and it took on a whole new meaning. I started remembering to honor those who fought for us, who have died for us, to live this life we take for granted.
This memorial day, I will take my children to the pool and grill out and spend time living but it has forever changed for me again. This time, I am keeping a man I had the honor of knowing for the past decade in my heart. He gave me this life I love, because he fought for this country and forged his family which gave me my husband and my beautiful children. Everything is connected. Everything that comes before us, leads us to where we are and I love where I am. I love what I do and I love my family.
These are the reasons they fight for us. These are the reasons we remember. These are the emotions we have to go through because of their sacrifice. It isn’t pretty. It isn’t easy, but neither is going to war. It’s not supposed to be. The result is beautiful. Life is worth the sacrifice as hard as it is to lose those we love, we carry on for those left behind, for our future. My Father-in-Law loved his grandchildren, and we live for them. We remember and teach them respect and honor but carry on.
Thank you to all our servicemen and thank you to all the families who are remembering and carrying on today.