I shared Memorial Day lunch with my neighborhood. Some understood the meaning of the day. I overheard a comment that reminded me why too many Americans don't appreciate what they have. "Why do they get a whole day?" What? Dying so you are free to ask stupid questions isn't enough? No, I didn't say it, realizing that my comment wouldn't enlighten only antagonize. "Why don't those who worked have a whole day? What about the manufacturers?" What? Secretary's Day, Boss's Day, and Labor Day aren't enough? Again. I knew I was far to antagonistic to make a polite observation. I won't miss seeing them. I also gained a deeper respect for a holiday that isn't about celebrating but mourning. We are so bent on being happy, feeling good, indulging in fun, finding a sale, playing that we won't even allow ourselves one day a year for mourning. Sad.
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