Memorial Day...f/k/a Decoration Day is a humbling and solemn day, recognizing and remembering those who died in service. (Veteran's Day...in November...typically recognizes all those who have served or are now serving in the military, as well as their families.)
The "holiday" was originally initiated to honor the massive casualties of the Civil War. After becoming embroiled in the conflict of WW1, however, Memorial Day, as it came to be known, the day evolved to honor those who died in all wars.
The above poem, "In Flanders Fields," was written by Lt. Col. John McCrae, a Canadian physician and poet after presiding over the funeral of his friend who died in battle during WWI.
My grandfather, John Peter Paul Clausen (yes, that's all one person), did not die in war, but he did serve in WWI. I never met either of my paternal grandparents, my grandfather having died at 43 in a tragic accident and my grandmother, Emma, at age 44.
I did not make it to the cemeteries today as the rain moved in quicker than anticipated (Camelot it's not), but I will go tomorrow.
I hope amid the "holiday" celebrations, there is time to remember and reflect.

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