In memory of all those.
In hopes we can all work to make the fighting stop, one cross word at a time.
In anticipation of a different future for the children. All of them, not just ours.
The U.S. is celebrating Memorial Day today. Take a moment to reflect, remember, honor.
[Photo: Our historical flag hangs from our front porch. You’ll note that Tess has adopted a two-different-shoes approach to life]
A good day to see Stop Loss, the film.
A lovely photo of a lovely porch and that lil dawl’ with the flag- amazing.
You’re living the good life Patti. Thanks for your example.
I lost a good grade school friend of mine in Iraq in January. This Memorial Day is especially poignant for me.
When i was ten, I lost my father to a disease that I had seen waste him for half my years. I remember the sky that summer evening, when I was told of his passing. I remember the gathering clouds that I prayed would collide and wash away this world of pain. But the promised cloudburst never happened, and this world of pain remained.
Memorials are pale symbolic icons left when the true mystery of life has departed. They are a lie, they are a diversion, and all we have left when the life that sustains us has fled. I do not trust them.
I want my father back. I want my dreams again. I want the peaceful sleep of innocence that surpasses all the symbols of the world.
Memorials are memories that have lost their substance. Give me the world instead.
Lori, what a well written sentiment of your pain and loss. I can say, “I’m so sorry for the loss of your father.” But that doesn’t do it justice and I’m sure provides you no comfort from someone you don’t know. It feels like a sham or hollow words no matter how much I mean it, it can’t do the words justice. But I say them anyway, I am so sorry for the loss of your father.
But my question is this. If ‘Memorials are memories that have lost their substance’ then why did I sob for the loss of my friend on Monday? There must be some substance to that.
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In 2005, Patti Digh started her blog, 37days, following the death of her stepfather who died just 37 days after being diagnosed with cancer. Six books about living mindfully followed. And there’s more to come.
