Happy Is Not the Word–at Least for Me
It used to be. When I was growing up it seemed fitting. It meant barbecues, picnics, a day off school and work. Happy described it perfectly–merriment. But now? Today? Happy isn’t the word. It seems too little, not enough.
Maybe it’s because we live in a post September 11th world. We endure travel restrictions. We use colors to describe the terrorist threat level. Our children know a word we never used when we were growing up—terrorist. We hear about war and rumors of war. We are a little more cautious and aware.
We read of soldiers and their families. And this time it hits home. We know them. We interact with them. We honor them. We grieve loss with them. We are them.
The flag. It even holds different meaning for some of us. It graces our porches more than it used to. It stands high atop buildings and rooftops, perhaps showing unity in our country. It whips around in the wind and whispers, “We will never forget!”
But to say, “Happy Memorial Day.” I can’t. I only speak for myself. There has to be a better word. A stronger word. A word that holds deeper meaning. I don’t know the word. But happy isn’t it.
Good thoughts Krista. Yes, “happy” seems so inappropriate and selfish as we think about our picnics, family gatherings, a day off work and FUN! For many, though, the true meaning is pure in its intent. I love to see the flags flying high today. Some people get it! MOM
So, so true. Thanks for sharing–and reminding!
Yesterday, I seemed to keep turning to “thankful” how thankful and blessed I am to live in a nation where young men and women who on their very own enter the military at a time when the threat of death hangs just inches above them. They do so knowing their responsibility lies in keeping their families safe and that this nation would not fall prey to an enemy whose purpose is to destroy our freedoms. I watched story after story from the beginning of time and remained to tearful awe of who the people are, where their strength comes from to move forward. Caused me to look at the emptiness of my own life in what steps I need to take to move the cause for the gift I’ve been given to still be here for for kids, grand-kids, and great grand-kids. Praying and planning…..