I know that the Memorial Day holiday is a remembrance those who have died in war but for me I’ve usually thought of it as memory day – a day or remembering the dead and a day for dealing with certain memories. I suppose I am fortunate in that I don’t actually know anyone who has died in a war.
10 days ago I spent a long weekend in Vermont visiting my brothers and to attend my Mother’s burial. I was dreading the trip because I felt it was going to reopen painful emotions that I was finally dealing with.
Frequently, however, our expectation of how something will be is far worse than the actual event.
