by Kiersten Hallie Krum
Happy Memorial Day, lovely people.
Like most of the rest of the nation, we’re taking the day off here at Lady Smut.
It’s easy among the barbecues and beaches and beers (or margaritas if you’re me) to forget why we’re all on holiday today.
It’s never that we don’t care or can’t be bothered, only that we get caught up in the pleasure of having a day in our busy lives to decompress and relax. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
But there are many who live with the loss of a loved one in the service of our nation on a second by second basis. There’s never “one” day of remembrance, but a constant ache that is a part of all their moments. Perhaps that’s why the rest of us need the reminder, so that we might, at least for one day, acknowledge not only those who went before, but those whom they left behind.
My eyes burn as I write this post and I keep having to choke back tears while I upload these images. Nothing impacts me more than sacrifice on behalf of another person or in service of a belief or a faith in something larger than oneself, up to an including such an immeasurable cost. It’s an act of courage and commitment that defies description and sometimes even comprehension. So we pause today in our busy, shallow lives to write, to nap, to eat, drink, and be merry, and to above all remember…and give thanks.