Tomorrow is a federal holiday, Memorial Day, a day when citizens of the U.S. A. take time to reflect on those in Armed Forces whose lives have been lost in battle, and to also show respect for living veterans of so many wars.
I feel thoughtful and quiet as this day arrives. I have never forgotten a visit some years ago at Arlington National Cemetery, in Arlington, Virginia. It is 624 acres, across from Washington, D.C. The first slain was interred in 1864, a casualty of the American Civil War. Today there are about four hundred thousand soldiers laid to rest in that ground.
That day as I walked among the graves of seemingly endless numbers, looking at the rows and rows of white headstones the grief was overwhelming, visceral, devastating as tears flowed from my eyes without sound. Such sorrow is so painful the body and mind fail to find relief. Immense numbers have served our country; so many lives have been sacrificed. Such an immeasurable loss for countless numbers of family members who were and are left to mourn. I have had family who served. I think of them on this day.
But Memorial Day is also a time when families and friends come together to reminisce, to enjoy good food, to share laughter and affection. We, too, will have family coming to our home in the afternoon, will be firing up the barbecue and sharing a casual feasting with the hum and rumble of convivial conversations. Counting blessings.
Praying for that most fervent and elusive of hopes to come true–for peace in this world–in my deepest heart.
Thus, I am not posting a short story as is expected on Mondays. Instead, I only want to share some photos from good walks I have had recently. I will be back with my usual fare on Wednesday.
5 thoughts on “Flowers and Stone: Memorial Day”
Cynthia your photographs are stunning. You blog is amazing. I am so glad to have found it.
Thank you for the kind words; I’m glad you found it, too–enjoy.
I enjoy alll your short stories and congratulate you on your writings. I also feel encouraged to do some short stories and have many to be published. There´s a hitch though – mywritings are in the Portuguese language as, today I live and think and write in this language, but would certainly translate them into English which is my mother-tongue, and this would help me to continue loving and writing in English.
Best wishes on you writing adventure; thank you for reading!