Every Memorial Day I am grateful for the fact that I have never lost anyone to war.
Many family members have served but all have come back.
Our town puts on a big to-do down at the memorial by the Bay every year. The whole place is hopping at the moment. We turn into a regular tourist town this time of year. You can hear the music and the fireworks as soon as the sun goes down. As for me and The Mister, we have really become old fuddy duddies. He's been cleaning out gutters and cutting grass trying to get ahead of the tropical nonsense heading our way. I've been glued to war movies on TCM.
My favorite war movie? Mrs. Miniver, of course. Calmly knitting in a backyard shelter while your son is part of an aerial firefight that is raining bombs down on your house is my idea of a hero.
It never feels right to wish anyone a "happy" Memorial Day. It's too solemn an occasion for that particular greeting. What makes sense, at least to me, is to wish you peace.