Sunday, May 27, 2012
It's Memorial Day weekend, a time set aside to remember those who've served in our military, in peace time and war. It's the unofficial first day of summer. Many go to the graves of loved ones and lay flowers in memory of that loved one.
Here at the Abellas, our immediate rememberance begins with my parents. Dad passed in 2000, at age 74. He'd been in World War 2, stationed and serving in the Phillipines immediately after the liberation of the Cabanatuan POW camp run by the Japanese. He brought home pictures from Luzon. He served in the Army in the artillary area. He returned home and farmed and did factory work until he became disabled while working on a ranch in southern Oklahoma, falling off the top of a ladder onto a solid concrete floor. He passed with cancer in September 2000.
Mom passed in 2003, with cancer that supposadly originated in her lungs and spread rapidly. She had just turned 69.
Then there's an older sister Sharon, Aunt Lucille, Uncle Harry, Uncle Mike, and other family members who've passed in the past few years. They are all far away from us here in SE KS, so no visiting graves and flowers--minimum of 6 hours one way for the shortest trip.
Hubby's local born family are all here close by, buried in the town cemetary. Papa and Mama are faithful in putting flowers out. His Cuban family members are in Miami and Cuba, so no trips for flowers.
In my case, the Lord has healed the hurts, and it is a fading memory. Instead of mourning, I remind Hubby and others to appreciate the loved ones that are still here, appreciate having Mom and Dad to call up whenever you want, appreciate having the brothers and sister to talk to, don't take that for granted. You don't know what you have until they are gone.
The Lord tells us to remember as well. In Joshua, the Lord has the men put stones of rememberance where the Jordan is, and while we can't see the stones, God can....
Don't wait for just one day a year to remember. Seek out a current military person and thank them. Thank ones who've served already. Tell them you care. When you see someone in fatigues (authorized ones, not store bought), thank them, buy a cup of coffee for them, something, anything, to say "thank you".
Lest we never forget....
Posted by Mrs. A at 11:57 PM