How Do You Spend Your Memorial Day Weekend?

Memorial Day Weekend. Across this nation, families and friends are gathering together for picnics. Backyards are turned into a place of laughter and fellowship.

People are firing up their grills, making salads, cookies, pies; setting out tables and chairs in the back yard, placing a radio in the kitchen window and welcoming those they care about; those that have come to share the day.

Knocks on the door can be heard from those who arrive and are greeted with a friendly “come on in! It’s open”.

The kids are playing in the sprinkler, the dogs are barking and trying to sneak food from unattended plates. Friends and family sit in lawn chairs, relaxing, enjoying a long awaited 3-day weekend.

The knocks on the door continue as more friends and family arrive.

An older woman sits in her lawn chair, taking it all in. She listens to the children’s laughter and smiles at the dog’s antics as she takes a sip of her iced tea.
Another knock sounds on the door and it takes this women’s thoughts back in time.

It’s the early morning hours and the alarm has yet to ring. She is startled awake by a knock on the door. Her first thoughts, in that groggy still half asleep state, are “Who could be at my door at this hour?” She struggles to get her bearings as she grabs her robe and heads towards the front door. She sees 2 silhouettes on the other side of her door. She is immediately wide awake. Her steps falter…and then stop. Her brain refuses to acknowledge who may be at her door. The knock sounds again. She takes a step forward and her mind is telling her “No…..no, no”.

She opens the door to 2 men in uniform. She stares. She can form no coherent thoughts or words. She simply stands and stares, clinging to the door handle.

One of the men in uniform states his name and clearly says “we regret to inform you……” This is all she hears. “We regret to inform you…..” She holds on to the door handle, unable to move while her mind continues to run on repeat…”, no, no, no…..”

The following days pass in a blur. People, flowers, more people in uniform. She sees it all as if from a distance. She’s not sure if she has slept, each day simply runs into the next. Family and friends visit, bring food, share stories. She continues to blindly travel along this path she is not prepared for. She sees it all as if in a haze.

Months pass by, she settles into the way her life is now. A widow, working and raising her children on her own.

Each year, she and her children attend the local Memorial Day Parade and she teaches her children the true meaning of Memorial Day. The reason it is a SOMBER day, the reason we take time out to remember and honor those who have given so much for our country and our freedoms. She makes sure that her children know what their Daddy gave and that it cannot be forgotten.

The years come and go. The children grow and move out on their own. Her daughter enters the military, wanting to follow in her father’s footsteps and although proud of her daughter, this women prays she never hears the “Knock on the door” for her child.

A dog barks, children laugh, and she is once again sitting in the back yard surrounded by family and friends, watching her grandchildren run and play; and she smiles.
Everyone is called to the tables to get ready to eat. People and animals all moving in different directions, everyone trying to fill their plates and find a seat.

The woman stands and asks for everyone’s attention. “If I can have just a minute of your time” And she proceeds to share her story of The Knock On The Door. A story she shares each year with her family and friends. It is now a tradition and one everyone knows and waits for.

Read the entire Memorial Day story here on USMilitary.com.

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