Memorial Day, 2016, is coming to an end. In the weather department, it’s been a great day. Summer has now unofficially begun. Nine days left for kids in District 196. Nine days left for four people I worked with for many years as they prepare to take on retirement once school is done. Four more class days for the class of 2016 before they attend this coming Saturday night’s graduation. And life keeps moving along.
Our dad was in the military. To be honest, I no longer remember if his father served or not. My brother has been with the army for many years. His time with the army is winding down as well. I don’t know what it’s like to have lost a loved one in defense of this country. For those who have, it must be such a blend of pain and pride. I can’t begin to pretend I would understand. Seems almost wrong to mark the efforts of these people who fought and died in service of America, but we do have this day each year. It’s nice to see no matter what else is changing in this country, this day still is given respect and dignity in remembrance of those people protecting our freedoms but are no longer with us. MLB has come to pay its respects by throwing in camouflage hats and tops with the team name in the green colors along with whatever else the various ballparks do before the game and during the National Anthem at the 7th inning. They do it right.
This morning I had the pleasure of having coffee with one of my former students who graduated last year but is now back from college for summer vacation. He’s a student in Florida. He’s a good kid. He’ll make a great adult. It was fun talking to him over coffee, sitting outside, hearing about his new life with new friends. As much as I wouldn’t want to relive all the years and the emotions that have gone with them up to now, I can say without a doubt I’m always jealous of the college stories. It was my favorite time of my life. You were out from under the parents’ watch, but yet, they were there if you messed up with your newfound independence. College rocked!
It’s been strange off and on today. I have had feelings of sadness that this holiday weekend was over already. Then I’d give myself a metaphorical slap and ask, “Why? You’re still retired tomorrow!” Oh yea. That’s right. I guess this is my first Memorial Day in my new life. I perhaps won’t feel like this next year on this day. But, if it was last year, going back after a very nice trio of days like we just had always set me up for depression and bedtime by ten. Ain’t so no mo!
Hoping you have an uneventful entry back into reality tomorrow. At least it’s a four-day work week. And then it’s the last day of May as well. Once June hits, the world changes. For three months, it’s one big Gidget movie. That reference is probably lost on so many of you, it’s depressing!
Hang ten! G’night!