Freedom

Monday, Memorial Day, my Saturday. I have the pleasure of writing with my windows open, listening to the rain. 

 

Last evening, I listened to Modern Day Warriors. Today, reading numerous tributes to great men and women who gave all, I was humbled.

 

Young, so very young, men and women giving young lives so we may live, free. Not asking political affiliation, race, religious beliefs, they gave all, for every person. If only politicians worked similarly. All sides. Civility. 

 

Listening to commentary, I was reminded to live, celebrate, choose to reframe the sadness into joy for those who lived fully, and gave freely. I was reminded we can't fully understand joy without sadness, or strength without weakness. 

 

Repeatedly I read, "He was the kindest person you would ever meet." Or  "He was the strongest in the platoon, and he was the funniest person, happy."

 

One comment was, "part of the journey is the end." Indeed. 

 

Thank you.