LEST WE FORGET

In my neighborhood, every day is Memorial Day.

Just outside my front door is a beautiful parkway lined on either side by 568 perfectly spaced trees.

memorial day | shorts and longs | julie rybarczyk 2At the base of each tree is a bronze cross engraved with the name of a person who meant the world to someone. A person who died too soon, far from home, as one of the brave and brutal losses of World War I.

Person after person, tree after tree, continuing on for four miles.

The servicemen and nurses honored here were from my county alone. This drive was created to remember them, to honor their valor, and to celebrate the new life that can grow out of deep loss and sacrifice.

Most of the homes around here were built after the memorial went up. People hunkered down, came together, rebuilt, moved forward. And thrived.

On days like today,

my neighborhood gets a lot of visitors.

Remembering.

Looking.

Pausing.

And, if they’re like me, also wondering.

What if these lives had lasted just a little bit longer?

And what can possibly be my response to a sacrifice like this?

memorial day | shorts and longs | julie rybarczyk 4

Here’s to remembering those who are gone, and also those who are left behind grieving, friends. xo

P.S. Two of my favorite Memorial Day posts from the archives are here and here.

P.P.S. Do you see the silhouettes of the servicemen in the final photo above?

 

 

 

2 Comments

  • Julie

    I agree so much – and I love the way you put it. The trees have been growing for almost 90 years so far – and when one dies, they replace it immediately with a fresh young tree. So beautiful.

     
  • josypheen

    What a beautiful way to remember people, with trees rather than soulless monuments. Their trees will hopefully grow tall and live the long lives that the servicemen and nurses missed out on.

     

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