Well. Here it is a bit before 7am. 6:40am to be exact. Not much sleep. Maybe two hours. Chris came to bed as dawn was breaking. Then Stella got up and headed for the door. I guess she’s not feeling well. I let her out and waited. I looked at the clock and it was just turning to 6am. I knew that by the time I was able to get myself to sleep again I would have to get up. So I settled on getting up. All three kids are back to sleep. I might curl up when this is done.
Today is Memorial Day here in the States. A day we take to remember and thank our military personnel who have made the ultimate sacrifice and given their lives so that we can continue to lead our lives in relative peace. There will be parades and barbeques and sadly fireworks and gun fire. The last two things are meant respectfully but anymore I don’t see the place for them. There are more and more soldiers coming back with PTSD and I’m pretty sure fireworks and gun fire don’t help their situation. I feel the same way with the 4th of July festivities. We have a cannon in the park that gets fired every year. They were testing it yesterday, much to Stella’s chagrin. She got very pacey and anxious. I can’t imagine someone with PTSD having to endure that.
We get so caught up in the traditions that we forget to question the need for change for the greater good. Maybe we should rethink some of our traditions and find new ways to celebrate and say thank you. I always wondered if the suicide rates for the military went up on days like today not just because of being reminded of people they lost but also because of the sounds of gun fire and fireworks. I know that that could be a potent combination for someone who is already on the edge.
I am grateful for all the sacrifices that have been made over the years. I cannot imagine what type of country I would be living in without them. I just wish there was a better way to thank those that have “survived” and come home. Some way to help them find the peace they so richly deserve.