Let me start by saying I’m doing my my civic duty to educate any readers who weren’t sure what yesterday’s Memorial Day signifies here in our country.
Cities all around the United States hold their own ceremonies on the last Monday in May to pay respect to the men and women who have died in wars or in the service of their country.
Memorial Day is not limited to honor only those Americans from the armed forces. It is also a day for personal remembrance. Families and individuals honor the memories of their loved ones who have died. Church services, visits to the cemetery, flowers on graves or even silent tribute mark the day with dignity and solemnity. It is a day of reflection. However, to many Americans the day also signals the beginning of summer with a three-day weekend to spend at the beach, in the mountains or at home relaxing.
The above is an excerpt from this website in case you want to prepare your next year’s homeschool lesson and you need more history, quizzes, puzzles and fun about Memorial Day. Oh yeah, I am a planner – just ask my kids about those homeschooling years and how organized I was. Always getting things ready a year in advance. I’m like that.
I do hope that you were able to take a little time to say a quiet prayer or pay special tribute to our armed forces who continue to serve our country with such honor.
So many relatives and friends have served that if I started to list them, I know I would leave someone out. Right now, my cousin Sally’s son, Rob, is serving in Iraq.
And of course, you all got to read the special words my friend Ann’s husband shared right here.
There is never a time that a story or a picture of our our military doesn’t choke me up.
(Arlington National Cemetery – May 22, 2008) — Flags stand vigil at gravesites in Arlington National Cemetary. The 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard) began their rounds to place a small American flag into the ground in front of every grave marker at Arlington National Cemetery for the upcoming Memorial Day observance. (Photo by Adam Skoczylas).
But Memorial Day does more than choke me up.
Every year PhilBillPaul and I take time to remember how our lives changed and what we have survived.
Today marks 20 years to the day.
May 27th, 1988.
We never forget the irony of that Memorial Day weekend when we went to see this movie before the crash.
I’ll never forget the stories of what happened that I’ve been told. Because I really don’t remember anything.
The phone call he had to make to Illinois to tell my parents.
The last thing my mom remembers him saying before they hung up.
“Oh, and you should probably know she’s on a respirator.”
PhilBillPaul has always had a way with words. This time we didn’t argue about it.
It’s hard to argue when you’re in a coma…
Eleven days in a coma.
I’ve lost count of how many times people have asked…
Do you remember waking up?
Could you hear people talking to you?
Did you see a white light?
No, no and no.
I do vaguely remember pulling out my IV and other various tubes because I needed to get all the doctors together for a conference call to Portugal.
Who knew they gave coma patients such big responsibilities?
(I think this is also called hallucinating.)
I am still not sure where Portugal is.
I clearly remember my mom telling me to behave and answer the doctors’ questions correctly or they would think I was crazy. I remember her telling me through gritted teeth “This is no time to be funny.”
See, I was funny before the coma. Some people think I’m still funny.
So much to learn when you wake up from a coma.
Did you know that when you have been hospitalized for close to 30 days that you shouldn’t raise your arms up when you have guests? Luckily my mom was there to motion from across the room and
“Put your arms down!”
“WHY?” I said in a very loud voice.
More hand gestures and pointing and my brain worked well enough at that moment to realize that visitors didn’t want to see four weeks of my new European unshaven look.
Whatever. Like I really cared. I was alive.
Brain injury, rehab, therapy…
20 years later, I believe more than ever.
Tonight, after we put Scary Baby to bed, we might even get crazy and watch the DVD we have of the crash scene and me being loaded on the LifeFlight helicopter to remind our three driving teenagers that they are not in control of everything.
Who knew that an ambulance chaser with a new video camera would provide us with such a teaching tool for our then, yet-to-be-born children?
Don’t think we’re being morbid. We will have popcorn and celebrate, I promise!
I hope you and your loved ones remain safe and happy.
I truly hope you all enjoyed a three day weekend filled with fun memories and fabulous miracles…
Life Lesson (LL): Little or big. They’re all around us. Miracles happen every single day.
Share a Life Lesson (SALL): Feel free to ask me any *coma* questions…people still seem to be fascinated and I don’t mind. 🙂 Share a miracle in your life…your miracle can serve as such inspiration for someone else!