It’s Memorial Day…..of course you all know that, the day is mostly over by now. I’m not in much of a writing mood, but I felt like I should say something.
I’m not a huge fan of cemeteries. The one where my family is buried in my hometown brings to mind nothing but awful memories. It’s dark, dreary, and in my mind’s eye it’s always raining there. The reason’s for my distorted views are long and involved, and this isn’t the time. Yesterday, I vowed that I would go back to that cemetery to see if age and time have given me a different perspective than youthful me possessed. The only cemetery I don’t mind visiting is St. Anthony’s in my Momma’s hometown. It’s good that I don’t mind…it’s where my grandparents and my Dad are buried. Yesterday, as is the custom, Momma and I drove up for the day to put flowers out with my Aunt and Uncle. On our way back home we also stopped at my Great Grandma’s and Great Aunt and Uncle. Even though it was a rainy, sorta of bleh day, I didn’t feel sad. I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing, but it’s just reality for me. St. Anthony’s cemetery just feels like a nice field in the country. It has nice views of the countryside and has never felt dismal to me.
Today, in honor of my Dad, I tried to go on a run. It’s strange, but a miserably unsuccessful run made me more depressed than visiting his grave yesterday. One would think I’d be able to pull out a mile, Dad ran races with lung cancer. Alas, today was not my day.
Tomorrow, I’ll live to fight another day, and tonight we remember those who are not.