Did you ever wonder why people say things like “have a nice holiday” when they’re talking about Memorial Day?
Did you ever hear anyone say have a nice day when you’re on your way to your mother or father’s funeral? In the latter case, you’re supposed to have a nice day when the person you depended on from birth to feed you, clothe you, help you with your homework, pay for you to go through college, quietly cry with joy when they see you get married, and now have been ripped from your life by their untimely death.
Memorial Day is supposed to be a time to recall that our brothers and sisters have been ripped from the place as central to their families because of some decision a politician made are shown some respect.
Now granted it doesn’t necessarily mean one of our politicians. Hitler was a politician, and his decisions were a really good example of poor decisions. Hugo Chavez from Venezuela, Kim Jong Un, Saddam Hussein, Benito Mussolini, Emperor Hirohito are all examples of politicians who’s decision-making would be, at a minimum, considered questionable.
But these bad decisions, all of them, have resulted in snatching young men and women, even younger children, many of them parents, every one of them someone else’s child or a sibling or the kid on the block that you were in Little League with, from life well before they should have gone.
Every one of them will be missed every single day of someone else’s life.
Every one of them made the greatest sacrifice that can be made to ensure each of us enjoys the freedoms that we frequently abuse every single day.
So each of us benefits and enjoys our freedoms three hundred and sixty-four days a year.
So, is it unreasonable to ask the people of our great nation not to “enjoy” the Memorial Day holiday but rather to remember those who made it possible for each of us to enjoy the other 364 days each year.
Perhaps we should replace the phrase “have a nice holiday” with a different salutation. A salutation that consists of only one single word: