Sunday, May 29, 2011

Memorial Day

I know a lot of dead people and it seems like the older I get the more dead people I know.  Sometimes I think about them and realize that they have left something with me, some kind of laughter or smile, a lingering kiss, a criticism, my love of red, all bright colors, or remembering a particular food, a time or place, a shared connection.
   I have seen dead people and they leave immediately.  What was once the body of a strong and vibrant soul becomes frail and discarded and so much meat.  We always look smaller in death.  I think this is because we don't take everything with us when we go.
   I remember every one, old school teachers, friends lost in youth, friends who died recently, relatives and neighbors. I can hear them laugh, guide me when I trim a tree, console me when I need that, take my hand when I require comfort, criticize me when I become too serious and dance and sing with me as I experience joy.
   We set aside Memorial Day as a day to remember but I sometimes think that each and every day those who have died are watching us, guiding us, looking after us, and still loving us, each and every day.

4 comments:

Kay said...

thanks Jerry for such a lovely post

freebird said...

I agree the dead are still with us somehow whether it's just in the genes they've passed on or with all the loving kindnesses and lessons we've received from them. Plus, I still think they are spiritually present too. Nice post.

Chez said...

Hear! Hear! Well said Jerry...

Barbra Joan said...

Jerry, you can count on it!
I've felt it so many times, my parents, my son, all of them.. We have those memories imprinted on our hearts, and those never go away.
Today, Memorial Day is about the passing of our troops that have died in battles all across the world, so lets remember them.. BJ