May 22, 2008
A short time after my father died, I went out to Wimberley to visit his grave.
You can imagine what an emotional time that was. It seemed like all I could think about was Daddy, his accomplishments, all the things he did for me, and how important he was in my becoming the person I am.
Of course, I’d been to the gravesite several times before. But when I got there this time, I found that someone else had come before me. They left a simple little plaque at the foot of the grave commemorating my Dad’s service in the Korean War.
The gesture, the anonymity of it, and the simplicity of the declaration that he had served made an impression. I still get pretty choked up thinking about it.
To me, that little plaque symbolizes how much we all owe to veterans and their family members who have sacrificed so much for citizens they’ll never know.
That, to me, is what makes Memorial Day so important. We’re notonly remembering parents, spouses, dear friends, and others we knew and loved, although many of us will remember these folks on Monday. We’re also honoring the people we never met and can never thank who gave up everything for us and our nation.
It goes without saying that we have a lot of Americans around the world who are in harm’s way right now. Obviously, their circumstances and their future will be big topics over the next six months as we choose our next President.
I’m glad we’ll hold them in our thoughts and prayers this weekend. I’m also glad we’ll think of and remember all of those who came before them. We’ll never be able to say thank you to all of them, but even if we could, we’d never be able to thank them enough.