It’s a small thing, but it has always bothered my husband. The Sunday before Memorial Day, we’ll be sitting at church and the pastor will invariably thank all veterans for their service, ask them to stand and the congregation will applaud.
My husband will stand at “half mast” for a sheepish two seconds.. sit down, lean over and remind me (again) with a whisper that Memorial Day is about honoring not those who served, but those who actually died in service to their country.
“I know honey..” I’ll murmur.
So he was especially pleased to see Chick-Fil-A’s missing man table this past Saturday, in fact he was deeply moved. I guess they set this table every Memorial Day week-end to honor those service members who laid down their lives for this country and those who are MIA. What a vivid, clear, solemn and much needed reminder of what this holiday actually represents.
Yesterday evening as we peddled around our community on a breezy sunset bike ride, we noticed a neighbor shooting off fireworks for his guests at the end of their driveway. I turned to my husband worried he might make a comment..