What is Memorial Day all about?

For most people, next Monday is just another day off. It’s an occasion to sleep late, fry on the beach, or enjoy a few beers with belligerent cousins at a family barbecue.

When our children were born, Husband and I started a new tradition of observing certain holidays by honoring the reasons they became holidays in the first place. Am I a pain in the ass or what? On the Fourth of July, for example, we take turns reading the Declaration of Independence. Charities devoted to former soldiers need help on Veteran’s Day and urban renewal projects look for volunteers on Martin Luther King Day. On Labor Day, we watch Grapes of Wrath or Norma Rae. See the pattern? We acknowledge the meaning behind days off, teach our children some history, and serve our community at the same time. Everyone wins.

That’s what we tell the kids anyway.

Memorial Day is an annual opportunity to pay tribute to those who have died for our country. There are many ways to demonstrate our appreciation and remembering them is the least we can do. Grateful Americans attend services at military cemeteries and wear red poppies to show they haven’t forgotten the fallen. Flags are proudly displayed, Taps is played, speeches made, and graves visited.

That’s right. It ain’t just about the mattress sales. Sometimes you gotta sit in the sun and listen to Representative Bill Young tell the same goddamn stories year after year.

For our country and all.

Early in this new “family tradition,” I remember looking around a tranquil Bay Pines National Cemetery in St. Petersburg during its Memorial Day ceremony and feeling embarrassed at all the empty seats. After the terrorist attacks on 9/11, attendance rose sharply and finding parking spaces became more difficult. Seats continue to fill as Afghanistan and Iraq remind us of sacrifices our soldiers continue to make on a daily basis. Yet, I will be saddened next Monday morning that more people aren’t in attendance when I sit down and pin poppies on my children’s shirts and try not to bitch about the heat.

Is an hour too much to give to those who have given everything for our country, for us? If I can do it, you can, too.

When people ask about my plans this weekend, I will measure my words and try not to sound snooty. I will appeal to their love of country, especially in this day and age, and invite them to make the drive to St. Petersburg or any locally organized observances. There are many to choose from and a beautiful morning is expected. It’s also one of those rare moments when we can all come together, put aside our differences, and say thank you to millions of sons and daughters who have paid the ultimate price for our liberty and freedom.

I will also tell them it only lasts a short while, leaving plenty of time to head back to the beach, barbecue or bed. Then I will ask them again to please, get off their asses, and join us.