Growing up as kids, Memorial Day was about school getting out and the start of summer. We’d head down to our lake house for a long weekend and if we were lucky, a whole week of skiing, fishing, BBQ, and goofying around. In the back of our minds there were the parades, wreath laying, and memorial concerts going on.
Sure we had lots of family that served in the military. But by luck and circumstance, they all made it home sans any major physical trauma (mental trauma from Vietnam was a whole other story).
That all changed when I got a call at work from my Mom telling me Michael had been killed in Bosnia in a helicopter crash. Shocked I put my head down in my office and cried. It didn’t make sense as most of the fighting was over by then. He was too young.
So Memorial Days now are usually spent running around doing kids errands and preparing for a short work week.
But I make a point of spending a few moments to myself thinking of Michael and the ultimate sacrifice he made for his country. It makes me sad. And I’m thankful for him. You are remembered Michael. Always.
dylannord replied to your photo: #Summertime in the #TX #HillCountry w/family #dope…
It’s all about summer…until it’s fall. #Seasons