Memorial Day And Memories
Today was a memorial day to remember. It was the first day… of our last days. A quiet, empty house . A beginning of the end. The end of happy, carefree family gatherings. The easy camaraderie, friendliness and accord that is a Hallmark of an extended family, now no more than an echo from the past. It is a memorable era to me in that it lasted so long, so pleasantly. The beer, the banter, the B.S, the feel of family… now no more than a warm memory. Families get extended, grow large and grow apart. Egos and petty differences, hurts… real and imagined creep in and the family structure weakens as all things must do with age.
But the memories of So many happy times will never be lost or forgotten. My wife and I have been blessed to have had so many treasured family gatherings in our lives and wish to thank all who have contributed to such a treasure trove of memories. Everyone’s time is measured, but ours with age is measured perhaps a little less, so that both time and memories grow more precious with each passing day. Everyday now is Memorial day. Numbers on calendars have lost their meaning. Memorial day today is a milestone. Another benchmark and a turning point n my wife’s and my life. So thanks, my family, for the memories and thanks for making them truly memorable.
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2016