In two more days I will be at the bone surgeons office and he will be able to tell me what is going on with my knee. All I know is I have been miserable and have not felt much like putting out a blog.
Memorial day depresses me anyway. I never understood people saying, Happy Memorial day like some do. What is happy about it? We are to honor our dead, especially those who gave their lives for our country. With all the partying that is going on, we often forget that. My guess is many have no clue as to why we celebrate it.
The 30th day of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet churchyard in the land. In this observance no form or ceremony is prescribed, but Posts and comrades will, in their own way, arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit.
That was part of a speech given the say we celebrated the first one, right after the civil war. Later, it was to include soldiers form all wars who gave their lives for their country.
Far too many people celebrate it in a way that it was not meant to be celebrated. Get togethers with family and friends are fine but the drunken rowdiness that goes with some of these parties take away the meaning of the holiday. Too many people lose their lives thru drinking and carelessness during this weekend.