Memorial Day Musings

My 7-year-old son reminded me (in a way only a child could) that Memorial Day is not just another holiday or “day off.” To paraphrase him, Memorial Day is about visiting gravesites and thinking about those who have passed on.

Now, of course, I have always known that (and I do remember visiting a few gravesites growing up) but truthfully, Memorial Day has always been more about barbecues and gatherings than about gravesites. (Not that barbecues and gatherings aren’t wonderful ways to spend a holiday, mind you!)

But tonight, on this Memorial Day Eve, I was thinking about my son’s insightfulness and sensitivity. And I realized that, even as I enjoy the typical trappings of an almost-summer holiday, I could make this day more meaningful, at least in my own mind and heart.

I could remember with more gratitude those who have passed on (particularly loved ones and those who have sacrificed their lives for the cause of freedom). But, at the same time, I can remember, as my children often say when the subject of death comes up, “Death is not the end.” Memorial Day could almost be like another Easter.

Perhaps I could also remember those who sacrificed their lives for the gospel’s sake. I could think of the early Apostles who lost their lives, or Book of Mormon martyrs like Abinadi or those who were burned alive while Alma and Amulek were constrained to watch. I could think of Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum. I could think of those pioneers who suffered and died during their quest for Zion.

And, perhaps, I could use Memorial Day as an opportunity to reflect on the Savior’s sacrifice, and what that means in my life. I can use Memorial Day to “remember Him.”

Thank you, son, for helping me realize how meaningful Memorial Day can be.

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