This is a solemn holiday weekend. A sharp contrast between the beginning of a fun-filled season of sun, food and enjoyment and the remembrance of those brave men and women who gave their lives in defense of our country; often fighting for causes not clearly defined or supported by our leaders.

Growing up in the small town of Pawcatuck, CT, our Memorial Day was not a three-day weekend. This practice began in 1968. Memorial Day was on May 30th.

In our house, the day began with early rising and preparation for the serious business of parade participation. The little ones would be with Mom to watch the parade, but the older ones would actively participate, as boy scouts, baseball teams, 4-H clubs or marching band members.

My father was the quintessential soldier. He would march in every parade, proudly carrying the flag, as honor guard, or one year, as the Grand Marshall. We loved to watch him in the parades, so proud of the way he carried himself and of his service to our country.

I, along with the next oldest girls, were members of the George C. Moore Fife Drum and Bugle Corp. I played the drums, badly, just banging in rhythm with the march being played. But, I loved to march in those parades! I loved being a part of that sacred tradition of honoring our fallen heroes.

Later in my life, I had the privilege of serving in the Vermont Legislature. Vermont was one of the last states to officially change the date of Memorial from May 30 to the last Monday in May. In fact, for many years, Vermont had two Memorial Days. Yes, it was confusing.

I remember the first debate about the issue that I heard. Supporters of the status quo argued that the move to a three-day weekend would diminish the importance of the day. They wanted to maintain the respect and honor that those who had answered the call and lost their lives were due. Unfortunately, they may have been correct.

So, now when I think about this weekend and its meaning, I often bring God into the discussion. I do not presume to know what God thinks about the wars which we have fought, but I often think that He rolls His eyes and sighs, “No, not again! Not in my name! That is not the answer.”

I know that He welcomes those fallen heroes with open arms, recognizing their sacrifice. However, He also welcomes those on the other side of the battlefield. Our enemies. No matter what decisions, good or bad, you make, God loves you unconditionally.

And all He asks in return is for you to love Him-oh yes, and your neighbor. (Matthew 22:37-39)

Terri