Before we moved far from family, Memorial Day was spent in cemeteries placing wreaths and flowers on the graves of loved ones who'd died. And honoring relatives who'd served our country and passed on.
I've written about him before in my blog, but the dashing guy in the hula skirt with the cigarette hanging out his mouth is my dad. He served on base at Pearl Harbor during WWII. While he didn't see much combat, he saw the devastation from battle everyday at the hospital there. He joined the Navy his freshman year in college shortly after the bombing of Pearl Harbor.
Memorial Day's also for remembering better family times. As kids, Memorial Day was opening day at the public pool. It always rained, so we spent a lot of time in swimsuits on the driveway whining for parents to drive us to the pool which in reality was NOT opening due to the cool rainy weather.
As adults with a young son, we'd drive to the Washington or Oregon beach for the holiday weekend. And in recent years, Craig and I have been on Isla Mujeres enjoying the solitude there.
This year, we are going to a barbeque. I'm bringing the potato salad and pineapple guacamole, and in reality, even though it's Arizona, it may be too cool for the pool.
Wherever you are, hope you spend a nice Memorial Day with memories, family and friends!
#100HappyDays
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