Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on May 5th, 1868 by General John Logan as a day of remembrance for those who have died in our Nation’s service. I encourage you to observe a moment of silence for those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice. Or if you’re feeling particularly patriotic, visit a cemetery and leave flowers on the headstone of a fallen soldier.
Here is one that I created for you all. I remember being given by VFW members these little paper/cloth red poppies at Memorial Day parades growing up, but it was a long time before I understood the meaning. They were mentioned in the poem “In Flander’s Field”, and then also in the poem by Moina Michael. She was the one who started the tradition of wearing red poppies on Memorial Day. The fake ones are now made and sold by disabled veterans.
And lastly, while I know that Memorial Day is actually supposed to be a day only to remember those who have passed in the line of duty (not just general military or anyone that has passed), I wanted to take a second and remember my grandfather. He was a decorated veteran of WWII and he passed away unexpectedly a couple of years go. He didn’t often talk about his service – they were difficult memories for him – but we were all very proud of him, and I miss him. So here is to my Gramps (a huge Red Sox fan, pictured here with my Gram).