Memorial. It’s a noun which means “something meant to keep remembrance alive”, according to Merriam-Webster dictionary. Isn’t that what we’re all trying to do with our memory wellness? We’re desperate to live and change our behavior to keep the remembrance of our lives, alive. But on this day, it’s about something else. It’s about remembering the identities of the fallen.
Our small community has a tradition began by a mom wanting a memorial for her son and others who were killed in service to our country. The middle school kids plant flags to help us all keep this remembrance alive. It reminds them and us to never forget the sacrifices that allow our freedom.
I’ve come to cherish this annual tradition. Not just because I know this mom, a former teacher. Not just because my kids have stuck those flags in the earth. But because it’s a powerful, visual reminder of those who have sacrificed so we can enjoy our long weekend of freedom and fun.
Our memories are our identity. Let’s never forget the identities of the fallen who allow us to live in freedom.