Here in the States we have a national holiday today called …
It is a holiday to commemorate the men and women who died in military service for my country.
Though being a day to honor the memory of those passing in service,
It also brings to the forefront personal memories of loved ones passed,
Regardless of military service.
I was very close with my Grandpa and Grandma Hairdy,
My paternal grandparents.
I was close with my maternal grandparents too,
But they passed when I was much younger,
And still lived in Tennessee,
So I just didn’t have the opportunity to spend that much time with them.
I did however,
Spend a lot of time with my Grandpa and Grandma Hairdy.
I lived with them one summer during college when I found a job for the summer months in their hometown,
Sometimes I’d take a bus to their place for the weekends during college when we’d all meet up at their house for family gatherings,
And their house was a halfway point on my way home from college,
So I always stopped at their place on my way back to see Mom, Dad and Baby Brother ,,,
For some high quality Grandma nourishment.
And every now and then …
On those occasions when I was going to crash at their place,
After feasting on one of Grandma Hairdy’s masterpieces,
Grandpa and I,
And sometimes Grandma,
Would toss back a few shots of whiskey.
Just a few,
While we would talk,
Grandpa and Grandma would tell me of my ancestry,
Stories and events of family past.
To this day,
I speak much better Czech when I’m totally sauced up,
And to this day,
I honestly feel close to Grandpa and Grandma Hairdy.
They passed before getting the chance to meet Me Ver. 2.0,
But I really don’t think they have a problem with it.
I don’t think it came as any surprise to Grandma Hairdy,
And if it did,
She’d be “so what“.
Maybe in his younger day Grandpa Hairdy might have been …
But my Grandpa Hairdy,
Would ask me a bunch of questions,
And when he was sure I had considered everything,
Would say something along the lines of …
“Well, sounds like you covered everything. Wanna do a shot?“
Now I don’t just go visit Grandpa and Grandma Hairdy on Memorial Day,
But Mom, Dad, Baby Brother and I made the trip to their cemetery Saturday,
And I …
Did what I always do when I go see Grandpa and Grandma:
I take some Canadian Mist,
Grandpa’s non-Czech whiskey of choice,
And do some shots with Grandpa and Grandma.
One for me,
Two for Grandpa,
One for Grandma.
Rinse and Repeat …
Grandpa and Grandma get a kick out it,
Though sometimes I do get some looks.
It’s not everyday that one gets the opportunity to make a gesture of respect,
Also one founded in meaning and memories.
I’m really not that much of a flower girl anyways.
Happy Memorial Day All !!!
Remember good things !
(View a mini-slide show of me doing shots with Grandpa and Grandma.)
One of my viewers posted a comment that observed part of this post misconstrued the meaning/definition of Memorial Day here in the States. In reviewing the words I had chosen to try and phrase my thoughts at the time, I appreciate what my Viewer was saying. As such, I’ve removed my poorly chosen words and replaced them with hopefully more accurate, less bothersome words. Though since reference to the original words are in the comment section to this post, I’ve pasted the original verbage below so the comments will make sense if you’re reading them.
It originally was a holiday meant to commemorate men and women who died in military service for my country.
Though as time has progressed,
It has also sort of become a day of memory for all loved ones passed,
Regardless of military service.