Dear readers
As I sit by the window, the soft breeze carries with it the scent of blooming flowers. The world outside seems to freeze, as if holding its breath in awe. Today my thoughts return to a day of deep significance—National Memorial Day, Memorial Day.
A day etched in the collective memory of your nation. It's not just about barbecues, picnics and long weekends. No, it's deeper. It's about honoring those who gave it their all - the brave souls who stood tall, their hearts beating in unison with the rhythm of freedom. They are the unsung heroes, the silent guardians of freedom.
Walking through the park, I notice crimson poppies swaying in the gentle breeze. Each petal whispers its own story - a story of self-sacrifice, courage and love for the country. The poppy, a symbol of remembrance, reminds us that freedom comes at a price. It's not just a flower; this is the promise we make to remember.
How proud I am that the memory of your fallen warriors is honored in this way. Throughout the United States, flags fly at half-staff, their colors blending into the sky. Families gather in cemeteries, tracing their fingers over engraved names, feeling the weight of history. We owe them our gratitude, our tears and our unwavering commitment to peace.
I imagine letters written by soldiers - words written in the trenches, under moonlit skies and amid chaos. Letters to mothers, lovers and friends. Letters carrying love, longing and hope. Each ink-stained page is a testament to the human spirit, bridging the gap between the battlefield and home.
I wake up early on Memorial Day. The sun rises, casting a golden light on the dew-covered grass. This promise is a promise that even in darkness the light will return. Your fallen heroes believed in this promise. They fought for a brighter dawn for generations yet unborn. And so you honor them by loving the dawn of each new day.
May 29 As the calendar approaches this solemn day, I wonder: What are you planning, dear readers? Will you visit the memorial, lay flowers, or simply stop to reflect? Perhaps you will share stories with loved ones, keeping the flame of memory alive. Whatever it is, know that you are part of a legacy—a chain of memories that stretches through time.
Final Thoughts: So let's keep the whisper of the poppy in our hearts. Let us remember not only on this appointed day, but every day. Let us be grateful for the sacrifices made, for the lives given. And as the sun sets, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, let's say a silent thank you - to those who relax under the poppies, and to those who continue to defend our freedom.
If you have read this far, I expel you, thank you for giving me your precious time and reading to the end. If you found my thoughts out loud interesting, let me know whether I should continue in this spirit or not. I will be glad to receive your feedback.
Katya