Tomorrow is Memorial Day. In past life it meant I didn’t work or did that day depending on how many people with more time on the job wanted off. Now that doesn’t matter any more. Memorial Day is a reminder of those who gave their lives to keep us free. It is also a time to remember those who are no longer with us. A little feeling of tears shed internally for loved ones that have past on.
As I sit here I remember the father of my children who past almost 46 years ago. I also remember the man who took over the job of helping raise those children. My youngest was 2 years old when I married Jay. He stepped in and helped raise my 3 children. But he has past also.
So memorial Day means many things to me. Not just a holiday but a reminder of the people in my life that made me whole.
I have people that have been my friends for over 50 years. I have lost my brothers and am the only one left in that generation. I have 3 children who are still a part of my life for which I am thankful.
So take time to remember, to count your blessing, and tell those who are important to you how much they mean to you.