As a kid, Memorial Day was a pretty big thing in our house. Just before my dad made pancakes, he'd go outside in his favorite pair of red sweatpants and proudly display his American flag. He lost many friends during the Vietnam war, so the day was about remembering. Who they were, for what they fought, what they gave us.
Sometime later in the day, we'd have a barbeque or go to the beach because that's also what the day was about. For him. My dad said memories are for the living, so we must live and enjoy what's been given so freely to us by those who sacrificed their all.
Many thanks to those in the armed services who protect and serve...and their families who sacrifice so much too.