Remembering the Dead

Yesterday was Memorial Day. I feel like I never do it justice enough. The problem is, like pretty much every other human on the planet, I don’t like thinking about death. Don’t get me wrong, I want to remember the lives that were lost in war. But then I get overwhelmed by the sorrow I feel over what seems like a massive and senseless waste of life. And I find I need to do and think of something else. But then I remember that there are people who aren’t so lucky. People who have lost a family member or friend to war, who don’t have the luxury of thinking of something else on Memorial Day. And my heart goes out to them and I cry.