I do not oppose the idea of Memorial Day, but it vies with Thanksgiving for hardest holiday for me.
A lot of it is its timing, I suspect, at the beginning of summer. It reminds me that I will never do so many things -- water-gun fights, sports in weather I love.
And another big part is it involves a gathering. That means talking to people and often not hearing replies. It means often finding your way blocked because so many friends and family have gathered. People are more than willing to move for me, but this makes me the center of attention. Or rather, it makes the wheelchair the center of attention. And I am not saying I do not want people to make way for me, but ...
Another part this year is Claren. I can't help but wonder if this is her last Memorial Day.
Finally, I can't stop thinking about that guy in California who killed people because he'd never been kissed. Hurts my heart, but what makes people react differently? Unlike him, I blame me for my lack of kisses.
Oh well. The day is almost over. Of course that means back to work.
1 comment:
I am so sorry. If it makes you feel any better, NEVER FORGET how important you are to so many people and that Memorial Day for many people is a remembrance of those who are no longer with them because of their sacrifice for the country. I don't think I could bear that.
sdt
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