Today, I am thankful for Memorial Day, every day.
I meet a woman whose husband, a Marine, was killed in Iraq a few years ago. She confesses that she's angry at herself because she's beginning to forget the "little things" about him.
You know what I am talking about. The mundane, boring details we take for granted about each other. The ordinary stuff of life not worth memorializing. Until it's too late.
Then, we wish we had taken more photographs or videos of his or her life as it unfolded, day after week after year. Because, that's how we want to remember the person. Not just enjoying an annual holiday or celebrating a birthday. But living.
For this blessing, I am grateful.